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Kristi Maxwell

BUT YOU WERE SAYING AND IT WAS A WAY OF SAYING

 

 

There is no order to the sea. But the holding

of your body like a file

in the cabinet the wave foams up as.

In opening. That was

a bloom as another called.

A curtsy of teeth.

You were saying in a way that cured

the tongue. As meat is cured.

I am meat and cured by a medicine.

The weather ate all. With its blatant mouth

of snow. Is there a fig of disbelief to this taste?

A disaster and an oar. There is no

order to the sea. No snack given freely

from the cape a palm flies out as. In giving.

No snack to snatch. You, dressed up as a pause.

We brained this together. Rung it

from brain-rag and hung it on enactment.

A camera differs from a fact machine.

A camera wrecks some face.

Fruit is not for a cold day unless fruit is

all for a cold day there is to fur a hunger.

 

 
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