-after the village explainer
something about a dust jacket
something something about pounding fascists
& then we went down to the slip
illegible as the tender night
you talked as if you were living in a cloud
as if the line that once connected us
heh don't touch! You’ve already
stolen too many calories per hectare
as your fuselage creeps south
truncated due to size
the most private blemish
bigger than anything
tattooed enough to shout
count me out
I want the non-transferable book
my little blacklist
squeezed into a closed fist
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