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WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES (R&R)

January 24th, 2010 by Zack

WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES (R&R)

mouthred: the sound
flutters, unsure of how
to fill an empty Coke
can, much less a room—

take a square and pull
it up around the black
grid of this chair, exhale,
this is how I work.

these days are waiting,
impatient for the nights,
for haunting scents that
cling, like lovers, to the

pillows.

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