A Short Guide to Reading Letters from the Dead
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Another.
As if a Fine Arts degree is skin.
Or sound: what the stew doesn't tell the ladies.
A trick rabbit for a trick bucket.
Querent will drink - lustily - from one eye.
It's a new world out there.
It's a floating body part out there.
It's someone's perfume stain out there.
The force of nature is such that a fish remains a fish.
After 40 secret love poems, the anonymous writer blows south.
To killing mosquitoes. To satellite dishes.
A crash diet that becomes the armadillo.
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A Short Guide to Reading Letters from the Dead
A
Another.
As if a Fine Arts degree is skin.
Or sound: what the stew doesn't tell the ladies.
A trick rabbit for a trick bucket.
Querent will drink - lustily - from one eye.
It's a new world out there.
It's a floating body part out there.
It's someone's perfume stain out there.
The force of n ...[text shortened]... dillo.
(the rest follows here: http://www.liminalpleasures.net/viewwork.php?id=47)