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ro JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERsITY

I pick up my pen

thillk of 1l1!:J mother si tting cross legged
smoking a Camel

in her belly a truck dri~I's soul

tucks flesh around itself

midnight highwaY/oiled m:i.xror

fish slap tails on i.ts black. surface

pi.ck up my pen, \

think of Jesus (the fisherman) Blake
exploring the seven wonders of
a shoe factory

bis face an oiled mirroI
shaped l:iJce an anvil

(please)

th.ink of a clOUdy anvi.l

alightning like scar's reflecti.Oll

unzips all over

the back seat

Suddenly you ha?e eight sides fIiend!

think of a poet anvil
who wears a clOUd
like an eigbt-sid~d

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