3 Poems
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rib- eye steak she says : lichen tattoos the fire hydrant : bar stool je ne sais quoi like guns like scampi positioned on a hot plate : dung beetles scrape the kitchen door : skyline traffic and the detective rushing out for suicide bomber 46 : l’oeuvre d’une vie on thumbnails : the day’s specialty deploys a siren : why enumerate religion from fluid statics : roll down your socks if you’re ready for war : hydrogen peroxide soughs knee scabs : further on the czech patient rumbles in a paper bag : she says let’s eat