Zine Publication and Print Dissent.
our barter in the skyey clutch is Easter eggs
while limbs of children thud around
i think of those before us rats in dinosaur skugry
and how the big dark set us free
again and again returns a time of vampire havoc
pretending while the sleepers flail
she'd lost so much i barely still could tell her face
lightest of all my partings yet
a box i should have saved of precious manuscripts
now landfill-bound as those of mine
this book of terrible words passed down from hand to hand
and woe if anyone finds you out
drink wine from my dry skull at every party now
i grant you leave to do this much
"It is one of the most difficult things about our time that so many are falling away from the word--from their own as easily as from the one spoken to them." --Celan to Nelly Sachs
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