... Gwendoline Karas.............
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no reiteration nevermind, wind says combing and recombing tall grasses, tangle pulled to straight- cracks are filling in- rain's dependable; muds the ground to smooth, whatever tracks there were you take that stylus- one you call intention, and at the mention of last tuesday or last wednesday, draw a line and mind it: past is past. too many hulls been broomed away. meat eaten; strength you'd gotten, gone. face what's coming with a focus. thin yourself -become a note of what's important. write it out on skin if need be, write it to yourself. make it small enough to slip out under doors----write your name and then the date. then something else. just start at that. on hearing holly jones was lord, i pray that neither of my babies be found in separate bowling bags a culvert, basement, let this servant depart in peace she does not have the tensile strength to take it -may piss in your temple or wherever you are hiding burn your beard or take those hands with holes and smack divine face, you prayed to, you are use less it was a dark and stormy my cat sniffs storms- acrobats the floor. slit pupils flood to round -back up, tensed tight sprung spine. ears sharp as fresh snapped beans- tail swish then swoosh- waiting for the roof hit hard. wet night tight cat--good night for pen. Main Page
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