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By (May 1, 2014) No Comment

some crimes you want to kill the landlord
or you are the landlord being killed & killing
while acting diagnostic, as anyone should
to be believed at the mental sea wall

otherwise you are building a new entrance
open onto unceasing cement
that I ridged with my tongue before they dried
enough to resist tampering

I don’t have a refill indicator
also the one I have is ruined
enough to force profligate use of conjunctions
and the wearing of brooches pinned to the skin

and the 丑 is pinned to your thigh
and drives along the wilder fuselage
and whatever crashed in the paper water
and we crouch by the wall, being drawn

Cathy Eisenhower lives and works in Washington, DC, and her third book, distance decay, is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse.



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