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Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Garlic, smoke, manure,
musk, flowers
traced in streams and ridges
of my skin
Some nights I’m weird cologne
desiring five lives
as strange as my five notes
and five more minutes
to put them all together,
to live five lives as one,
to know what four others
strange as this one
would have come to.

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