September 4, 2014 § 1 Comment



clean there’s nothing

to do


the white

parts of the cat

move quickly


the breeze

that brings

a hot wind


it’s hard to

separate the asshole

from the illness


slivered and

only consolidated

later the eggplant


the actresses

their blurred

parts acceptable


the actresses

their outrage

it’s staged



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