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everything is/air/is/argument (the chorus said)/as I slept/in the desert//
service on the cell went dead/I said/jocasta always hangs herself

Poetry | Poetry Tuesday, poetry
July 14, 2020

what was here before the human

much harder/grand in loneliness
no wings/mythical
I gave it belly/brought it young vegetables

dead-end shafts exited/existed
bad checks/speeding tickets 
pinched the face that riddled 
relatives adoring 

buried in the sand 
round breasts/renditions
a straight-haired wig that tried on my bikini

everything is 
argument (the chorus said) 
as I slept 
in the desert

service on the cell went dead
I said
jocasta always hangs herself