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Jess Grover

VERY BUTTRESSED

 

Very buttressed my gums

& dehydrated I repeat waking up

to find you transcribing for Argueta as

in I fell back asleep.  Burgundy sashes

 

of the domicile across: blood

rinds, hair lashes

overspill

over must be I sleep

gape-mouthed, mawing

the farm-mower night, I’ve again stranded


amongst the reedy untoward &

disagreeable.  Overhead the

bright bulb junket


convenes my chest cage opalescent

with potential also

deaf as a phone booth of

birds also polyglot, multifarious, bum-rushing

 

the mail slots; the neighbors

were around not any evening I thought they

moved then they watched us

sliding anagram tablets.

My spied-on movements.

The bombs of gesture: this one

starts like a butterfly stroke, terminates

with you over my shoulder, giggling

to be put down.  Next from the building

another building comes.  That’s called adjacent.  Like

what we are & what sheers us: the air inside

the wall when vastly on either side

the air is. 

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