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I could only marvel at his luminous sewer. Moon guts ribboning below the throbbing city. Light curdling where it rasped my skin, tearing apart in my hands like wet paper. My mouth left sluicing at the grate for a hard dark truth, less godly-wet. Like glass, like the edge of rain.
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Franz Marc's sleepy dog
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Odilon Redon's Venus and Pandora
Specimen #35
Nervous system of the beloved. Jarred at the hour of first waking and preserved in salt-light. Note how each frosted dendrite curls toward the hand in supplication, then flinches.
Approx. 21 grams (the weight of a sour fig, weight of a bruised confession).
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more Stanley William Hayter
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School. In sneakers and pop-socks, I go there. I gloss my duskened lips with sunrise.
The dull chalkboard sky. I raise my hand, fill it with the vowels that have befallen my hand.
The boys, blushing. The kink of their riverine whispers.
My pink moon knees, plenilune■
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
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still some berries left around the garden and the mice and me are making the most of them . I hear they taste a little like peanut butter even when not fully ripe . 📷📷📷📷




































