Mark Lamoureux
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For Francesca Woodman
[ To die or to be 4. Lateral
mist
I a
cyclopean
clock
mouth (Saturn vomits Artemis) My pins of grass ears a magician’s saw the mirror
in corporeal reflects
only gush Arch of me spans the whole blasted arc hot to cold hand to foot is bottom-heavy foliage A beetle crawls what maybe an
edge, an epithet
blurred
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8. [ either other ether sister shatter lover
never
oro-
borous
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9. [Polka Dots #5] this was as was
spotted
serpent or of the eaves
I the corner
or rubble pegs hands
if half of window
wainscot was me I snake thus |
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[ Are a melted fable taffeta of organs tricksters their eyes fall like
peppermints I is for Everyone F is Lethe the
O Crystalline egg the river that licks the cerebellum
clean are sugar or salt dirt or dusk the cells of my
blood are pennies |