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Mike Arms
Poems
Mar 2014
Law
the end of one nail becomes a
play only once on one white parched
shell
she imagines a wire to reach her fixed
point against novice chance chalk
now
with care we invent the bones as we go
one turn the last of what spit may mark
fair
Written by
Mike Arms
Detroit
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