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to philadelphia
JESSICA CHIU

If I grow out of frank
o'hara, shoot me. No

more questions, I've
asked myself that one too. Got
money? Talk
slower, everyone runs at

once--it is so
quiet. (hear it?) the small
gasps, stopped lips, swel

ling talk, summer runs me
to the ground, my
knees, nerves froze it was the

shock of speed and clam-
oring after you.

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