here, my heart’s crooked teeth & fluorosis

stains. i fizz

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in oil, gentlewards & seeking.

we have obtained the house & dog

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but the dog has bit us three times

on the face. i’m dancing

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scarred in a menswear coat, my wands

all but splinted

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in me as faux bones & with the bark

of him, i grow

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weary. i know you’ve asked

me if i can play the water-

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phone with my fingers & the answer

is only

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if they are ringed in real silver, no

green-stain, no fruit-tips — a most

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unwelcome card & most

disappointing news has come to us

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in the form of a pressure headache & yet

we have the house & the dog;

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we are a dream-map, one large mother

of sorrow.