Poem 

To the thicker 

To the thicket 

To the thickness, with a quickness 

with a beast beside you 

a green monster inside, who? 

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I stare into the eyes of my devourer

and my pray 

prey some other colors during war 

for some savior during famine 

during the absence of hunger and the passing of ships in the day

time

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In nighttime there are only

lovers 

curled like pencil shavings and electronic

hums

curled like fish in a tin 

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I love...

the many versions of us

this fertile eye 

this shedding womb

this shining tome 

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Story

Plot 

Spatula

Pan 

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Jung said there’d be days like this 

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And everyone is still puddling in the mud

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As we crawl back to the people

their circles

to service 

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How long 

How long till we will be together

again 

“Reunited” by rebecca s'manga frank, 

6/25