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I have a fantasy where I squish out all the republican eyes— I truant the nexus for the informative laxation— I am wearing something with an animal, something that groans on the inside and peaks at moonrise— it's very lackadaisical, urchin-like, I wander into the middle of you |
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small fairytale blue to crack you with / from the rip peak of book cracking aught to be / fall into the song or how it might feel to be melting on a block of ice / it's libido scarf worn on the knees of fashion / loot why ridicule the mammoth of the deep sea babe / was in a song of a stroke the blond puppet pulled me down / was rich in the mouth of this / thus hyperbolic fashion runs out of the pillow / to dream is to land you in the hospital / quarantined like this nebulous disease we are fighting / we seize to imagine the armory it might take to fight this off / to orchard the palpable ache |
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PAIGE TAGGART lives in Brooklyn and is mactaggartjewelry.com and the author of Or Replica and Want for Lion. in issue nine |
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