In the Soak
Put on another record. What isn’t resolved revolves. I know
a mystery by its listless
__________________hiss. My god
______________________________can’t feel his face anymore.
A team of handlers came to ________ dismantle him. The impulse.
to interrupt is stronger in some. I peel this
final grapefruit with ceremony._______The way some people undress
others. A plate piled with wispy skins.
________________________I was given one charge: to disappear
the mess. This is that deep baleful
odor of crowded
tell me any decent god would come back.____________A ceiling fan—
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