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It hurts in my blood

Posted on April 16, 2009 by Lewis LaCook

My face casts sanguine shadows on the ashes
enough of us soul our heads down into dabbles, dust
suddenly badly ached, barely scared

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Tea party

Posted on April 15, 2009 by Lewis LaCook

Week-old kittens mewl as Mama lays down
the fathers don’t want you to get high—someone
waters spring down, pretending

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The catalog

Posted on April 13, 2009 by Lewis LaCook

Descriptions scale to the size of thought
blunt dough pulled through solid air
lost elasticity crumbling in your hands

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Paint’s eyes

Posted on April 12, 2009 by Lewis LaCook

I’m hot below the skin
where coughing slowly furrows
bleached like paint’s eyes

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Sunday

Posted on April 12, 2009 by Lewis LaCook

The dead are waking
in churches—Neon eggs crack
like dawn in a rice grain

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