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{laudanum please} coleen shin I would lick the mouth of this pacific disease call my self a departure looking steeply at buildings with elevators at vultures, irregular seams and suspicious smokestacks everything rose and wave and love song, stings nettles & bees what are you to me? unfinished sentences prosaic impossibilities a plate under glass, cake too sweet, too pretty too glossy a treat I want everything I've given you back please and a receipt I'll hollow out a space in the gut of a Fillipski painting climb into and dance with his fat blond her wet hypodermic needles eat the waxy brown box of this abrupt delivery to a new nowhere an old familiar cat's side slick glance at tempting deconstructions a pity that backward engineered to a flat line erase the tracks |
