Sarah Rosenthal

guess we're here

w/ horror

 

 

you w/ a bummed cigarette

 

i could eat the mutilations

(sliced to bits to refer

 

 

to a useful life)

 

they'll track me

fashion a mother / neighbor

strewn pieces think me

condemn

 

talk later

 

or interrupt a tête á tête

 

every

piece of mile under us

 

 

buys a bend in the road

 

i really need kind thinking

 

symbol salad

 

 

seaweed limbs

 

because there was some other

stone

 

 

cream from the home

 

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