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So I did.
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could. After three hours of walking, they were all
closed so I did the next logical thing. I got ice cream.
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HH HHHHHHHHHHH
HH H
C U R V ES
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BIOGRAPHY
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PPPPPPPPP
PPP
JACKIE
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Jackie, I say, I think about you throughout the day.
She wants to know which parts of the day. That panics
me. I cant recall which parts. Maybe I could if I had
more time, but I dont, and its the type of question
youre supposed to answer on the spot. Jackie sighs in
a way that makes me think she sees right through me,
that Im not complex. I want to get out ahead of her
possible disillusionment by giving her the impression I
can read her mind. I know Im not all that complex, I
say. Not all that... she replies. Im trying to figure out
why she left the word complex out. Its an unnerving
omission. But we talk, I say, wanting to remind her
of a solid benefit to our relationship, particularly
when on account of my lack of complexity, she may
be jumping to conclusions. I want to put a swift end
to any possible jumping, because women have done
that before, jumped to lightning quick conclusions,
leaving me no time to get my bearings. In a flash they
were all conclusions and I was all history. I think
its time I reached out to you, I say, because I think
thats an affectionate sentiment with a tactile subtext.
You fucker, she says with a snort. I think its a snort,
but a snort is hard to be sure of over the phone. A
snort is super obvious face to face. I have the feeling
our conversation is not going well, which makes it a
particularly bad time for my mind to wander, but it
never asks my permission, and just goes wandering off
whenever it wants. It wanders off to a time when this
young woman gave me a free zine with the warning:
its a little dirty. I want to share this memory with
Jackie, but I think Ive lived long enough to know
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this anecdote may not be super-well received under
the present circumstances. Then again I may not have
lived long enough. How old is the average person
before they are certain of when and when not to bring
up the subject of a zine thats a little dirty with their
girlfriend, who may be in the middle of an important
insight into the nature of a relationship she has with
a man who is lying about a novel, and adding to that
duplicity by making exaggerated claims about how
hes thinking about her during the day? Then just
to up the tension meter to a level I dont believe its
equipped to handle, Jackie asks me if I remember
where we met. I know it was around here someplace,
I say, which I know is not an award winning answer,
especially for folks who are sticklers for detail. If my
thoughts werent suddenly so focused on the young
womans cautionary note in regard to the zine she left
me with, I might have come up with a more specific
answer. Good guess, Jackie says, ladling those two
words with a good-sized helping of dripping sarcasm.
But Jackie is still on the phone, which lm thinking is
a pretty significant part of this story, in case you were
looking for a significant part. It was Joshs Diner, I
yell out like a quarterback whod just flung a winning
touchdown into the hands of an astonished receiver,
with just a few seconds left to go in the game. It
wasnt, Jackie says. Jackie, I say, figuring Im toast,
and therefore deciding to go for a bit of honesty in
the time remaining. Yes, she says. I do think about
you when youre not here. I mean I wouldnt want
you to come over, if I didnt think about you, right?
P e t e r Bu lle n 9
The truth is, your suspicions in regard to the novel
are not unfounded. But I feel like the novel is about
to begin because something happened that I believe
might launch it. What would that be? Jackie asks.
Well, I say hesitantly, after a literary event recently
this young woman gave me a zine that she said was a
little dirty. She was being very cautious with me in
the way I am attempting to be with you now. Perhaps
she was concerned about handing a senior citizen a
provocative piece of literature, or revealing aspects
of her imagination to me on the page that she would
not share with me if we were having a cup of coffee
together. Did you have a cup of coffee together? No,
definitely not, I say. I am so happy Jackie is still on the
phone. Because she is, I feel a strange confidence in
the future of my novel, but no confidence or clarity in
terms of my future with the zine.
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SSSSSSSSS
SSS
SS S
O T H E R S, D E S I R E S
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could we do that together?
watch women with a range of personas from
powerful and fun to demure and innocent
strut down the runway of a victorias secret fashion
show?
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i want to ask you why you voted for donald trump,
or exactly what you think when someone calls you
white trash,
or if well cuddle after this,
or what you think of when you look at me,
or why you think any of this matters,
or the last thing that made you cry,
or what kind of sex would make you cry,
or who you hope to be in 10 years,
or when it all ends, what you hope your last thought
will be,
or how youd treat me in public if i was wearing the
same outfit,
or where on your body you touch first when you need
to comfort yourself,
or what you perform when no one else is around,
or what you would do if, in that burst of intense
emotion that people sometimes feel when they
have sex, i blurted out I love you - not meaning
it, but meaning something that i didnt have the
words for at that moment and an expression of
overbearing intimacy was the only language i
could conjure up in that moment,
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MMMMMMMMM
YOU
C NKEY
F O R E A N T S PA N K T H E M O E S I T
V E R , T H E M O N K E Y H AT
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8. Attempting to attach order to something that
is endemically chaotic is a bunch of dopamine,
norepinephrine and serotonin.
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LOOKING & SEEING
Sense of possibility
makes us hurry
MK Ch ave z 17
I look at me.)
our bodies
the risk,
multiple
focal points,
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DECLIVITY, IT SLOPES DOWN
MK Ch ave z 19
cling and swerve &
curve, acclivity,
declivity. Infinity.
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RRRRRR
RRRRR
DISTINGUISHED
FILTHY MATTER
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ODE TO INANIMATE ANATOMY
OR
You come fat and lumpy and hard and long and clean
bright purple have mercy.
I pack you,
a bulge
on parade.
I strap you,
a wand,
magic rain
maker.
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AAAAA
A AAAAA AA
A AA AA
RIP PIN G
H AN G OPEN THE CURTAIN
I N G F R O M M Y RI B C A G E
But saying
You dont date people like me.
Your words pull a trigger
My shotgun mouth desperate to make you bleed
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Make you chalk outline. Body Bag.
Make you victim. Powerless.
Make you regret. Apologize.
Make you mine?
I am not
Mattress dancing. Shaking the sheets.
Hittin the skins. Setting the beat of
Boom-Boom-Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow
You assume Ive got a Salt-N-Pepa mentality
makin me wanna shoop. Cook up
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that Im daydreamin bout gettin busy
Like its Friday night at the drive thru
Ha. cant give what you dont got empty chest. b-beat
people down.
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Irises stained with Styrofoam coffee cup rings
The kind a trucker leaves behind.
Her eyes hang from your rearviewballs of crumpled
excuses.
Her name keyed into your passenger seat.
Like a dead thing, your muscles spasm
into flirty smiles.
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MMMMMMMMMMM
AFTER
T O A N E X -L O V E R
A NATURAL HISTORY OF THE SENSES
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127 million photoreceptors detect light stimulus,
becoming electrical impulse along the optic nerve
to the brain, and then a chemical, the mind, an open
file without a name. And from this, we begin to make
sense of our world.
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more our eyes than our eyes.
Mi a h Je f f ra 31
but it could reflect the rodents iridescent fur on the
top of its head, pointed down to keep a watchful eye
on the threatening stance of my vicious Shih Tzu mix.
The pose in illumination suggested the shape of that
most common of mediated aliensthe bulbous head
and sunken long face. My hypothesis was dead wrong.
I didnt have a file in my database for something as
odd as a possum on a fence in an inner-city Baltimore
neighborhood. And, of course, what were my
mama and I watching in the living room before the
encounter? Mulder and Scully, forever engrossed in
their sexually frustrated tete-a-tetes between science
and magic. But in my minds eye, in my memory, I still
see that four-foot alien staring directly into my being
as clear now as it was then, crystal enough to make me
drop a stink pickle in my drawers.
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pencil skirt, was that the woman she perceived
mouthing those lyrics was not Beyonce at all, but
Nikki Minaj. Ann defended her mistake by saying,
they look so much alike.
Mi a h Je f f ra 33
S SSSSSSSSSS
SSS SS
TUPAC DAYS
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We felt like good people then. We felt like there
was nothing about our sorrow that was distancing
us from life. It felt like the opposite. We felt like we
were getting closer. Only we were getting closer from
underneath, from underneath America. The overland
route couldnt do it anymore.
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grown up with and remembered.
Si a ma k Vossou gh i 37
only inside and underneath, which was why his music
got inside and underneath us. It was the only way. Try
writing a good song to somebody you feel above. Try
writing a good story like that, I thought. That was
what death did. It kept you underneath.
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to make some things too. We were going to have to
make them with the same urgency of death.
Its all right that they dont talk about death as much
as he did, I said. Anyway I cant really wish for things
anymore.
Everything?
Si a ma k Vossou gh i 39
going to have to have something other than wishing
together from here on out, and we didnt know exactly
what that was, but it was all right to have it be silence
sometimes, because that silence could be filled with a
music that believed in life so much that it believed in
death too, and that was important because it was the
truth, and you didnt lose life when you let in death,
almost everything we had known up until then said
that you did, but it wasnt true, it only took one man
to show us in his music that it wasnt true, and it just
meant that you had to learn to be lonely, you had to
learn to be lonely because you couldnt wish together
with anybody anymore, even if you had been a brother
and sister and you had been able to wish together like
you were leaving a trail of beauty wherever you went,
like you could follow that trail back to everything
good, no matter where you went. Even then. You had
to learn to be as lonely as death, and you wouldnt be
lonely anymore.
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AAAAA
AAAA AAA
AA
ILL B E
H O N E ST W I T H Y O U
W HIMPER
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Law School with a belt of beers for the Step-Parents,
who drank water in Five-Star hotels or ate flax seed
in
Purgatory fields, life, or heaven sexed their
six pack abs day after day
with nightmares, with vitamins, with nocturnal
emissions,
sobriety and vagina and endless walls,
copycat clear: dirt paths of calm sky and
thunder in the eye resting still blocks of Black &
Decker,
darkening all the moving planets of death around,
Church mushy of ceilings, front lawn green tea
nursery
dusks, grape clear head under the earthen soil,
backdoor boroughs of coke-head stern bleak
static solo dark, moon and sun and rock
still in the quiet summer dawn of Panhandle,
trashcan philosophy and mean queen dark of cock,
who tethered themselves to pickup trucks for the
ending
stand from Castro to evil Cole Valley on wheat-grass
until the quiet of gears and seniors took
us up quivering cock-soothed and
rescued hope of torso all recharged of despair
in the brilliant dark of Savannah,
who rose all day in aeroplane shadow of Honigs
sunk down and ran around the fresh wine before
midnight outside crowded boutique, ignoring from
the hole
of glory on the oxygen ipod,
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who listened briefly seven minutes in building to
break from yoga to Sausalito to junk-shop to the
Golden Gate Bridge,
found brigade of promiscuous mutes standing still
up the cellars on windy sta-cations on windmills
on village hut out of the core,
blahblahblahing whispering indulging screamed
fictions
and forget-me-nots and diseases and bellybutton ticks
and soft palate pleasers of living-rooms and
basements and peace,
half dumb reassembled in vapid storytelling for
fifteen minutes
and days with dulled lips, grain not for the
Vatican solo on the grass,
who appeared into everything discombobulated
Oregon arriving a
wall of opaque ironic greeting cards of Portland City
Hall,
eligiastic Western numb and google map-find-ings
and
blissy kisses of North Korea above sober-indulgence
in Medfordss shiny vacant dungeons,
who stood still and stale at noon in the
airport lobby pondering where to hide, and seek,
staying yes mended souls,
who damp cigars in smartcar smartcar smartcar
humming
through rain behind sardine-packed superstores in
grand-child day,
who ignored Aristotle Wolf St. Jude of the Boss for-
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who fixed up laughing in black hospitals clothed
and still before the nature of my exoskeleton,
who kissed victims in the thigh and giggled with
despair
in get-away-cars for avoiding no justice but their
others calm raw pederasty and sober,
who whimpered on their knees in the light rail and
were
hoisted on the cieling static brains and dollar store
dvds,
who let themselves be loved in the mouth by devilish
egalitarians, and sighed with pain,
who filled and were fawned by those inhuman
gelasis,
the truckers, needling of Pacific and Hawaiian love,
who dosed in the evening in the mornings in slept
parking lots and the pavement of private drives and
gardens gathering their shit secretly to
whomever leaves today,
of losing ourselves
in some other world
not our own
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another life that has seen fit
to envelop our life.
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- SET 2 -
PP PPPPPPPPPP
PP PP
PP P
HOUSEWAT E R F O R T H E 2016
O F Y ES 12 / 3 /
there is no further
there is no further
swipe
swipe
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contact contacts
frantically push buttons
send
send
send
wait
wait
wait
there is no
there is no
you want so badly to check out
you want so badly to disconnect
you cannot.
wait
wait
wait
wait
swipe
text
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send
wait
swipe
text
send
there is
there are
arms floating
above a gangplank
arms in space
give
give water
water for this house of yes
give water for a demon dog
turned loose on the streets of Oakland
give water for lovers lost and found
give water for the sound of buckling beams
give water for messages sent in faith
I may never see you again
I love you
and then
give silence
the silence of dozens
in a fast food parking lot
is hallowed ground
give blankets
give food
text
send
text
now
there
there
text received:
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This isnt a scene people get into
or a lifestyle we choose
Ive seen too many lives lost to suicide and
addiction
Ive witnessed first-hand these little communities
save people from that crap.
The streets are rough
many of us dont survive them
its not for you to judge
whether blow-up dolls are art or not.
But would you want those documents released?
Item #1 some kind of (this is hard to describe,
see attached photo) conglomeration of blow-up
sex dolls with paint attached and ornaments
cant speculate about the artistic meaning but
it is highly flammable and partially blocking the
exit.
Item #2 piles of bedding, growing black mold
Item #3 just see attached. Do not circulate.
Circulation
of this photo may violate state laws.
These are not the same things. And
neither of these goals required
Mayor Tom Butt was not required
to send code enforcement to summarily
evict people from their homes during Christmas.
Having volunteered at Burnt Ramen in the past
I want to say that places like this have long
provided
safe haven and a sense of family
to people who may not get it elsewhere.
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Conglomeration of blow-up sex dolls?
What on earth is Charles talking about?
I was writing creatively and saying
heaven knows what those inspectors
found
Ky rst e n Be an 59
IIIIII
IIIII
P R E SI D E N T I A L :
A HOW-TO
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I want a president who has been locked out of the
house, car, store or escorted out of her workplace by
security because she speaks the truth.
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er, Jessica Valenti, Eileen Myles, Sharon Jones, Rox-
anne Gay and Quest Love.
Ingri d Ke i r 63
ID LIKE TO SAY
SOMETHING TERRIBLE
Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized
for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they dont.
rebecca solnit
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As the death sentence leaps out of the screen,
Dylann absolves himself.
Ingri d Ke i r 65
KKKKKKKKK
FUN
E R A L R EQ U I R E M E NTS
F O R TH
WARTED CHILDREN
The state now required funerals for all fetal tissue, but
blighted ova were sort of a gray area, was what Mike
discovered through Googling. Better safe than sorry,
he figured; the minimum fine for improper disposal of
thwarted children was $500.
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They drove into nowhere, found a good patch of earth.
On the trucks dashboard, the blighted ovum had
started to seep through its jewelry box. Mike made
Barb pick it up and drop it in the hole and wipe down
his dashboard with an old t-shirt. Then he filled in
the hole and said a prayer over the mound. It was July,
West Texas.
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Once he got started, the essay really flowed out of
Mark. The blighted ovum would have developed into
a boy named Patrick who plays football. In high school
he hones his skills as a wide receiver and is recruited
to a big ten school on a full scholarship. In college he
gets several duis and is kicked off the team, losing his
scholarship, at which point he knocks up his slutty ex-
girlfriend. From there Patricks disappointing life fell
into place so easily, it was like he was a real person and
not a blighted ovum.
In case of what?
Kat e Folk 69
OUR CLOWN
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At least it was no one from the house. We were all still
showing up to breakfast.
I told myself that the pit had probably cured him of his
murderousness. Or that we had reformed him through
our subsequent kindness.
Kat e Folk 71
SSSSSSS
SSSS
SYMPTO MS
Tuesday Morning,
pretend it never happened.
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Not to mention
the broken bones.
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THE THINGS THAT KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT
Sa ge Cu rt i s 75
The North Star booms into itself,
all thats left is avenues lined
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THE WOMEN IN MY FAMILY
Sa ge Cu rt i s 77
of a Bayou & packing up the last box not a day too
soon
& getting the fuck out of some still hometown
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LLLLLLLLLL
2016
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slightest error or spot of negligence from those around
them. The blonde woman in the Mazda 6 rolled her
eyes at the ball-capped and sunburnt fat man driving
the rusted Ford F150. The dreadlocked guy in the
Buick Century with the spinner rims glared at the
bespectacled bearded lad with the white earpiece in
the Toyota Prius.
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Charles smiled. It was time.
Asshole!
It was beautiful.
Fucking retard!
Divine.
Lau ra Zi nk 81
his position and urged them on. He knew they wanted
it. Their vitriol was everywhere. But which movement,
which sound would be the harbinger of his death? He
perked his ear to the rhythms.
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But the horns began to dissipate. The yelling calmed,
the anger draining from it like water through a sieve.
The cars and trucks and motorcycles and bicycles
parted ways around him. A few odd curses and pieces
of trash pelted him as they rolled away and left him
behind.
Lau ra Zi nk 83
KKKKKKKKK
KKK
DOWN IN THE
DEEP D O W N
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could not match the well in her eyes to the woman
who took us on adventures told us to be wild
always believed us in us
scattered
blue
blue skies
blue seas
blue babies
blue eyes
baby blues
mothers arm
blue eyes turn to black
home
blue home
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baby mother cries the blues
no one told her colors vary
black out
Kat e Se i f e rt 87
you hold on baby blue
look at the sparkle on the grain
see how it sways like the sea
water splash
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cry for mama
makes it five feet under
Kat e Se i f e rt 89
she is not crazy
she is not alone
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KKKKKKKKKK
KKK
W HIS K EY A N D M E
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Whiskey and he said hi back and it felt familiar and
also like we were strangers.
The feeling of cool water in the sticky air and the pipe
that poured water into the tiny pool and dunking my
head under and laughing.
The rush of the wind and the night in my wet hair and
the smell of jasmine and the feeling of flying on my
bike down Esplanade Avenue.
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didnt bring my wallet. And he looked at me with a
quiet intensity and said I have money.
The warm swish of the last sips from the tall boy can of
Mad Dog as the first rays of sun glared off the rooftops.
Mold.
Kat h ryn Re e ve 93
pulled back.
Potholes.
94
Day drinking for the first time in Congo Square.
Cold drinks.
Kat h ryn Re e ve 95
Military police and armored cars and curfew.
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CCCCCCC
C CCCC CC
CC C
WE HUG
for Alonte
There is a bag between us
plastic filled with shit
we call so many things shit
but what of a life
aged twenty-one
when you carry your excrement
neatly under your shirt
so much stacked
homeless
penniless
sleepless
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feeling dumb in school
classroom replaced with cell
cement blocks and bars I warned of
so this is where he learned to drive his vessel
this brown body
chewed up
with metal
and methamphetamine
killer cops
and homeboys too scared for fist fight
guns everywhere
death is a way of life
shit bags are not sexy
and what can I give the hole in his gut
but a hot plate and a hopeful hug
98
DO NOT MENTION PROBLEM TO
POWER
Cassandra Da lle t t 99
you put it down I pick it up
washed folded and dried before you roll to your side
we raised them so they wouldnt have to know how
it is
for people who look like them
every day I say
do you have license? registration?
drive slow son
they shootin
in my house youre a king
but out there
you fit the description.
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I NAMED YOU FOR A RAPPER
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PP PPPPPPPPPP
PP PP
PP P
LI N E S O F S O LIT U D E
We lust.
We transact.
103
We are disgusted.
And we didnt even have sex.
What could possibly be more German?
104
II IIIIIIIIII
II II
I
FOR MY M
ILITANT MAMA
105
practice piercing air til my hands no longer wobble the
wooden handle of my inheritance
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