Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 516 outfits held against my body like the tab doll ( for Clark Gormley)


the lines   on the screen  are so much more
elastic   than the borders   of this  death sack
 all the breathing in and breathing out   day
time   ends with night      time which smudges
I feel you rub me out    along the edges   adding

outfits   held against my body  like the tab doll

badly cut out   easily redressed   I am stored
inside a buff manila cave  up on that high shelf
 my flap   grows sticky    as the summers roll    
waiting for a hand    the reach  away  from some
data job   please let me    mangle   the address

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