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exquisite corpse may 31 2006

four fantastic faux fox furcoats
draped dearly down over him
a long project called give it to me
give it to me
give it to me
tell me how to fish for you
“come on, be a poet. write. don’t just smoke.”
how long will you change?
young and filled with desire’s sweet nothings
writing lines into the vacuum
my contacts are dry. they feel like cheerios
the ditch pinched and curved out
remember we were here--we were hardly
this is how you write a song--this is how you sing.