Friday, March 18, 2016





jerk

leg shakes the flat roof s
ags chair your mud sat in
door fills with hair with
glue ducks turned away
instant of your chain
instance of your
piled skins chorused
flies you never said I
sleep I sleep never b
read uh words shake be
neath the floor

your rice coughs ,scissors

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