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Monika Mar 2020
I know
I love you
in the same
impossible way I
know that if I were a ghost
I would walk an
Amish sweep across
the seafloor with
my hand in yours.
James Floss Jan 2018
Masters
Of illusion
Is that a ——

I see before me?
Or glue-gun
Construction

**** death camp ledger?
Oh! kay…
Guns, too?

******* battering ram?
And swords and helmets?
Ok.

We are making
A redwood grove?
A spiral galaxy?

A multi-platform space
Suggesting the
Heinous oppression of…

And what is in their hands?
What thing belongs there?
The colors again?

Hey, Mikki,
I miss you
And the work.
Mikki and I were property masters for the Humboldt State University Theatre Arts Department for a few years a long time ago. The shows referenced are, in reverse order, (everything else) In Pursuit of the Song of Hydrogen, Redwood Curtain, Lysistrata, and a student play about Raol Wallenberg. And the play whose name remains…

— The End —