The Art of
It had only given you one meaning it gave it early too you in your crib with that man sitting in a folding chair with Budweiser and a book reading the book out loud so even if you didn’t understand there was the sound the girl in the woods the doll in the river a betrayal an animal whose friendship would be everything whom the girl would have to behead and that would be okay because heads are not everything you knew by language how to keep your keepers happy how to be happy yourself alone told stories wrote stories read the books of women who filled their lungs with water and with gas and with cocks who let themselves fade in a room in the rooms of…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, November/December 2018