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Snake Swing

Snake Swing I’m trying to get a little shuteye under this treebut the snake insists on talking,hanging from her tail & forking her tongue at me. Its time to shed that shit, she says.You’re stuck& the reason is very simple – you don’t have the stuffto just step out of that fakeskinand slither away. Remember…

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The White Queen

The White Queen Comes the White Queen worryingand hurrying to keep up and losingher hairpins. Mind pieces slipout of their sockets. Because it is all held togetherwith hairpins —the old kind, meant to be invisible? And they were invisible.I didn’t know they were there holding my mind togetheruntil I startedto lose it. Someone whose name…

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Fat Time

 Fat Time Under purest ultramarine the raisedgoblets of trees overrun with gold.We should be reeling drunk and portly as groundhogsthrough these windfalls of russet, citron, bronze, chartreuse. Everywhere color pools like butter, like oil of ripe nuts,like piles of oranges under a striped tent. Oh, let us be greedy of eyeball,pigs scuffling in this gorgeous…