Remember leisure poets who invert the body’s response? They yield to an earlier image, back when fruit dots were candies of the gods. A twilit lozenge in the wake of dawn’s burst. Dispatched to that suckling place – a pure exposure or announcement before skin. That’s the ticket, pleased to admit one. A baby shower that delivers a pillar from the waif. Advertisements followed by popcorn and sticky feet. The Magi caught looking can’t get enough. Dead letters arrive just in time.
Reading and Repetition
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