Laura Kasischke

  CANTO ONE   Halfway. A dark closet opened. Cables that should have been buried, lying, instead, on the lawn. And then a...
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John Yau

Nobody removed the excrement collecting around his or her thoughts / I was the detective in the book no one put down / The sky offered a different testimony / You were different, even when you crinkled your nose

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