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IN MEMORY OF OUR FEELINGS
A Slush-Journal of Poetry and Translation
Saturday, September 26, 2009
This Is What We Talk About When We Talk to Ourselves
After David Foster Wallace's "Good Old Neon"
at the worst possible time
lay the doctor
Louis Braille's coffin
can read bones now
the word alloy
means eight similar things
note the scarecrow:
so faded and flammable
faded, faded
and flammable
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