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A look back at Cluster.

"Buffalo"

1.
the map of the bad place
& the safe route arrived at
poem by poem
discerpted
drawing with the left hand

2.
sound of paper towel tearing
cooling toast
that never popped up
first one nostril
then the other infected
living in the day after tomorrow

reply to a wrangle online
with your pithiest threadkiller

real ghosts haunted by
we write in water
sound of paper towel tearing
in the close dim kitchen

3.
before a mask was anything
bysack from those days
notes only i could figure out
poems in four languages
none of which i know

i did this
to my vocabulary

Monument to the Children Killed by USAID Ending.

"And who is this clown
doffing his mask at the masked threshold"

—Geoffrey Hill via

This Vortex for Awhile.