I WILL ACCEPT YOUR COOKIES IF YOU WILL 

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show me my hole  

the one I need to fill 

with effortless 

versatility 

a little bit 

of edge  

​

debris 

is now a feeling  

I feel 

thanks

to your free

economy

my body

has taken to this

wandering 

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through my hair’s  

all-day comfort  

and having nothing 

left to work  

but my hands 

I wish I could use them  

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to tell you  

the cumulative impact 

of my wearable 

hunger 

it must be something like  

the shriveling 

blonde 

landscape  

in California  

​

in September 

I drove 

like an arrow through it  

and it was  

straight fire  

actual burning  

not a metaphor for 

​

what I saw 

was rose glow  

a sort 

of middle distance 

where the sky 

recalled the ground  

where the ground touched  

the blue

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felt of memory  

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it made me sad  

in my dreams  

to be so deceitful 

snaking my big 

body around these  

best-selling sensations  

I’m so sick of being asked  

to taste  

the perfect shade  

of being  

​

and being  

so very full of water  

and unoriginality  

you might say  

I always hoped for— 

could even be 

making an attempt—  

to hold something 

more substantial  

​

in 2-3 business days 

I will try hard 

to touch my heart 

center 

saw off my skin’s 

pearlescent buttons  

with metal teeth  

in the woodshed  

I think I can persist  

until then  

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writhing out of 

a streaming service’s 

plaintive music  

and maintaining  

financial solvency  

by lying 

​

completely still 

in my corpse’s 

ultracozy outline 

the greedy belly 

of the sun 

drawing in on 

my legs 

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it is sweet 

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sweet  

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