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And Even in This Last Frontier

You throw me,

Shrieking,

Into the river

Off the bridge where,

you said,

Portland hung himself

Six or seven years

past

I splash and raise a little

ruckus,

Stay under

to scare you—

Hang with the fishes and

Wonder if … Read More...

The Lightning Bug

There is a beetle in the bathroom! I roar triumphant
thunder drunk down filthy stairs to announce to the assembled crowd
of friends and failed lovers:
Its big.
Is it a lightning bug Zach wants to know and here I … Read More...

Little Leather Secret

Dont tell my mama, please, or
Those girls who got it in their heads that
Im some sort of example or–
those hate edge hipsters at the PeTA meeting, but–

Dont tell, dont tell,
that sometimes i like
the feel … Read More...

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