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A Museum of Making Do

Karl Parker

When all was said and done, the human parts were my favorites.
Sun glints through glass roofs under which some move, irregularly ambulant.
I’m glad we never make it to the mall, in the dream that ends the instant
before we kiss. We kiss and kiss, pretty kissing. Parts move smooth, through
the meanings.



Karl Parker

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