purple, pimple, nipple rolled off her tongue
lifting barbells of crabapples and chamomiles
tongue red in licorice paste
mother picks up the phone and talks to herself
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no one doubted it was left on a chair
a practice which complies with dance
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eating chocolate-dipped strawberries
they bewailed imperialism
position defines the movement:
knees bend with both hands
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"it's her birthday" so we all chew pig lard
tires screech dancers freeze automatically
speak no more about the leaves
and my skin prompted by female criminals
goose bumps into a lampshade overnight
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distorted percussion loops
table surface: coffee simplified by crushed ice
rumbles stomach through thought petals
spilling across sky of broken bottle dreamscape
ice-cream parlor waitress, autopsy photographer
kiss me says the girl with pink hair
under the brambles, knees knock cheeks
rambunctious wind licked from deer's ear
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transvestite photographed with cleavage
"I'm really sorry for what I didn't show"
you needed more than less" she snickered
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daughter clutches her mother's hospital hair
acrobat in slippers yawns yams
why bother not to kill space time?
children encourage their parents to clap louder
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corpse accessories purchased by phone
includes a disposable camera
disposed unseen like the line
you suggested I discard in velvet
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the plaintiff concludes in static referents
the spiral staircase of process
must be climbed backwards upside down
people with an authoritarian mindset
won't change even when commanded
pigeons sleep in daylight
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adrift between earth and sky
she itches everywhere but never scratches
amulets acquire a peculiar pause
surface disappears: gallery performance with turntables
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modern girl quick to concur with pop gravity
aging mother in emergency room halts poem
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John Solt and Ray Craig
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