My poem "Larva" has been accepted by inkscrawl. This is the one I wrote on realizing I could no longer recognize some people I had once cared for very much. The title is in the Roman sense: a ghost, a death-mask. Guest appearance by Ashmedai, who is still important to me.
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- 1: There's more room on the basement couch
- 2: A kidnapper wouldn't jump into a cold sea
- 3: A stranger light comes on slowly
- 4: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 5: One boundary makes another
- 6: I swear only this city knows
- 7: It's maybe five minutes onscreen
- 8: From the morning past the evening to the end of the light
- 9: I bought Blue Velvet on a DVD
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