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Go, Touch And

Dora Malech

Splint? Hot glue? How to unbreak
the news that no one’s better yet.
Ho-hum undone sword to end all
shoulders leaner now alee and in lieu
of, after a fiercer math of red subtractions.
Last one rites is a rotten tug of warning.
What nerve we had to press the pontiff,
wear the pants in any pantheon. Here
lies here lies. File under human interest.
File under fluid in the lungs.

Dora Malech

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