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Summer 2009 II
Life in the click of a locking door—
Cold static bliss in the bereavement of meaning,
Bidding farewell to the moment, embarking on eternity
Naked and eating potato chips,
Pushing past salt-swollen lips in blue light in one of suburbia’s
Lost rooms,
Polished off with Spanish olives. You’ll eat from this jar
‘Till you sleep.
Pimiento e n ded
G r e e n
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