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They liked you very much until
They liked you very much until, lulled by their generosity with praise, you began to sing your own song. This wall of backs is your prize.
Read morePostcard to Aid
“She’s there. I point to a breathing monument to bones. That’s my sister. We need rice, water. You hand me paper in need of one more stamp.”
Read moreCrack's Shanghai cousin
Crack’s Shanghai cousin is in these stills. It’s the dead eyes, blackened lips. In the port, the bowel-heavy ships stay afloat on the tide.
Read moreThe revolutionaries won
The revolutionaries won, fed their hungry & invented clichés. Pot-bellied, they stopped noting the past & were deaf to the rustling bush.
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