My left arm, disembodied, slowly rejoins the mothership Searching for adverbs, unsuccessful as ever Distant aches filed for future reference Blur, wash, smudged light chinks overpainting Eyes that shouldn’t be open quickly close And re-enter that censored dream again, the one with the And the And the two naked women standing oddly, reading telegrams “ABACTOR … Read More →
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