& so just die happy already, says yr friend at the unheated kiosk,
you’ve done enough to make us feel, to make us laugh Wendy Xu!
you’ve done enough to make us feel, to make us laugh Wendy Xu!
But I see what you mean about the oxen John Lowther
& how they have too much say at the end of our meetings.
& how they have too much say at the end of our meetings.
& even as past feasts of a sunset penetrate the liquid shield of my
grin Jackson Mac Low I practice writing my best 11
sentences sequentially & then consume all the Ben Mirov I can--
the only man in town to hold claim to this title Robert Duncan
tells me the oxen are not believable oxen! & we have a tooth for a
tombstone Charles Simic—& so we omit “Tronk Street” &
“fucking strange pieces of lines” & no one gets hurt, nobody suffers
like we did
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