5: “sunburn”30 days/poetry deep seeded-downward parts, the rhythm cut on your tonguelike a pit. white-draped girls on porches and the boys, thin smokestacksgoing up, standing on their bikes and racing past: gnats rushedover in a gully of time, getting up again, five or seven yearslater and being too tall to stand: the girls blush, secretenothing-fluids,… Continue reading 5: poem: heat peach fable
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 