Date: March, 2014
"my good mother, // her mind a trail of crumbs / in a woods flocked with birds."
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Date: March, 2014
"Culture: a kind of knife: / cuts one way opens / your brain to a certain / breed of light shaves / consciousness to its // purpose, its cross."
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Date: March, 2014
"Memory, / a jar of flies. Spin off the lid."
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Date: March, 2014
"O, bold, / bare legs of women / upon which my soul beads / like sweat."
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