in sect
ch eese and s hock or
candi dature of
end it is ,the f ires
lurch toward you the
angled neck a boiling
hand rises from a
milk it is the eyes it
was the scene a dri
pping fr ame
in cockroach sleeps your mouth
Selections of poetry by John M. Bennett and publication announcements.
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