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R O N S I L L I M A N
from Zyxt
For Lyn & Leslie
Sweat stains the jogger's tanktop
As time passes, birds in the text become more specific
Blind woman veers ever so slightly left as she walks down the street
until, the path of red-and-white tipped cane just missing the light pole,
she walks face first into it
The only light downstairs, the ghostly Christmas tree
Dream that leaves me depressed for days (I have been killed in an auto
accident & am unable to find the whereabouts of my sons)
In the poem, Max is fat & tiny
The drops for the pink eye leave the duct feeling dry and crusty
Molassifying
Suburban Serbian
Golden translucent resin split-level houses, each no larger than the last
joint of a small man's thumb, gathered by the thousands atop the large,
low white table, shape suggestive of a map (Spain perhaps)
Use your tongue & teeth gently to play with the foreskin
I read that book in a single weekend, which for me was unusual
We bend
Web end
Quick
quake
quite
quiet
choir
quit
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