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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