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May 2018
In my house the men
wear breastplates for fun, and
the women race heavenly
on the speedway, the soles
of their feet caking with sand.
Yes, my house has a speedway.
If you close your eyes for a moment
it feels like a beach minus the tangerine
minus the birdcalls

minus the summer spit
frying old skin.
Carl Velasco
Written by
Carl Velasco  26/Manila
(26/Manila)   
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   Glenn Currier
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