Harvest

September 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

 

everything

clean there’s nothing

to do

 

the white

parts of the cat

move quickly

 

the breeze

that brings

a hot wind

 

it’s hard to

separate the asshole

from the illness

 

slivered and

only consolidated

later the eggplant

 

the actresses

their blurred

parts acceptable

 

the actresses

their outrage

it’s staged

 

 

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