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A Love Song
Love a rhubarb pie sticky and thick with sweet and inside the desire to splatter paint over all the world Love a bass stuck in trance the verve and thirst like flare too bold to sing like the sun its shine and a cold wind how each love me its own way one tongue-palmed in a hoodoo touch the other waving goodbye
Published in The Red Clay Review
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“Sleepwalker” silk-screen by Carol Buchman |
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