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The Lounge

David Dodd Lee

       (an Ashbery Erasure poem)

That is if my lord,
lit with secrets,
rested hearty in his lounge

Some prairie in the mural

makes me wrong

the late school brothels

have no peg
to hang a film on

we want it sugar-coated

the dance is no dance,
scripts and mutilation

the old way.

David Dodd Lee

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