Tag Archives: Mary Kasimor

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so much fame it takes to invent the body like a fart in the cathedral after centuries of indigestion quietly I erase the anonymous body all the embarrassing details come to life the parents surface as dirty laundry faded grandparents … Continue reading

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I’m tired of being like you Fitting into an egg a window a bag Wind         /I was nothing I was not a thing         no/thing And famine in a dream of arithmetic I want to walk to my own curses Through mysticism of … Continue reading

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the night the marriage ended, i cleaned the whole house and conceived your life as a virgin. i will need another marriage to avoid what I’ve been missing. i need new cups plates and bowls; what I was appears to … Continue reading

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This is personal. I met you to feel misunderstood, But I am hung up on the small trashy parts. Time is left over, no longer any good. Time fits your narrative but not mine. I am straining to get out. … Continue reading

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