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I Write, Therefore I Am

I spent last night cleaning up?the sweet sticky from the sofa?bodies naked of breath ?folded over and spatchcock?squashed into a suitcase of notebook.
the difficult customer called today?like every other, was a regular ?head gnawed off?it was swan off or a sawn-off ?so I left the shop countering
walked to the lake?to see a real swan ?dive for the pen.
and there, in a parked car ?under streetlight, ?out of clothing, under covers,?walking back from woodland,?axe dripping from my right hand ?polka’d with blood of it
bathe in the expelling ?secret secreting ?exorcism of daily demons
collapsed and?enabled to sleep.



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