the world of burning

fulminous ,gated ,chow

dered the rancid mussel

or ,yr tongue a ,towel

gushing sodden f lame wh

,at dribbles down my “leg”

- the outer crank - I ga

thered all my - f laking p

ages w ,here yr open sh

irt exposed the extra ear

o))dim with lint ≈ o s hine ou

tside the laundromat  !)yr

smouldering socks sack yr sh

Din pomii šasiţi de amurg în adǎile noastre

incendiate...

- Paul Celan

in coatl

my melted riñón my

owl hamper de plumas

atestado “como narco de

balas” vomity ni

ght sleeping in the book

- where you wobbled a way

where the silver burned wh

ere my mouth te comió el

hambre  ,“sure was b

ought” ,el cogote de luz a

travesado te vvv mastico la

)cara enrevesada( it’s yr

itch an dripping inch yr

fog sandwich hid inside

yr shirt

...plumas, escamas, exhalaciones...

  

black beac

spore of Goonka’s folded

tent a lingo for the

trees’ dusty s s s  tones

~ ~ ~ wind’s llint

toward sea drift ing

lunch & foghorn

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