Oh Reduced fat Peanut butter, “Colt 69”, unprogressive, stagnantly “imagistic” poetry, just once let me be Scheherazade, boyfriend’s thugs who leave 40z in our apartment, death---“amuse me, amuse me “only tricks I know smoke too much, and glug glug glug, such a lousy secretary, nightmares (calling from the hilled stem of a childhood street
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