FIVE ANATOMIES

in a convict's smear, reflexion

the taken wall

the “ease of wheatsheaf” of trouser scat

my name is pete

your dirge is here

e flat is faggots

you made it

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flags' two lumber barrels of salt

paramedic unit fit into the further crosswalk

lanes of what's a road seen left, turned

or taken

top off

means raised surface

lips nearer to take off that top

the mound drain off

for crop seeds raised

sending off excess

I step on grates

feel for some edged out

fall it's in what a neighbor made in likely rage

pick my voice out in the student hall

a store what sells pieces

of somebody here's mother's dress

I am eating a penny

so Stace's Jane Eyre place's lost

a store a body juggling

each piece has to hit though

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folds heat in

could be but that my finger lost gorged of

vasculitic movement, rearranged

as this unnecessary bone I need

a clerk's reference to “vaginas”

I keep challenging “what?” until

's too annoyed to finish it

“taking the air with their babies”

meaning the hell out

pick sizes of cokes

you can afford the number

of kids of

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it's too much

not to talk like

you want it

but sound like that sound

a, say, whittling damage

want you to whip

without indication

there is no purity

there is no form

there is no reprieve

there is no painterly ostentation

there is no trust

there is no pattern

fear is a rabbit

some riverine ambigram

you could eat, split to

you could shave when you come over

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wait that can't happen

it suits me

your curiosities

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