Close to the Edge
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having a tendency to become liquid
it’s like knowing someone else’s guarded secret
and
they don’t
know you know.
Creative distance is what I need:
So I write poetry through a pair of binoculars.
Hidden here, is a world as
Vast as our own.
The Anthropocene
is no scene for me.
A postcard from the Auschwitz gift shop
that says, “Wish You Were Here.”
crunchy death on a massive scale
do animals experience love?
microwaved fictions
slot machine addictions
stoned swimming pool
way back in high school
I’m taking my shoes off at the airport. I’m in the McDonald’s drive-thru on
Mother’s
Day.
I’m swallowing sand and being a good boy.
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