the taste of
dogs
it's your tooth re
canted ,said the
hurt fell off your
b rain a need le
,melted in the soup
,caps the fog your
runny neck inhaled
)uh outer skin a
cross your face was
sewn(
Selections of poetry by John M. Bennett and publication announcements.
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