I buy some hair of two women, quarter-kilo
fasoukh, some honey, a lizard—if a flock
fly into a short row of palms, “better
handful your dates, monsieur”—drunk
coffee and smoked, while a man
climbed onto a bench and blew his horn—not
I believe has ever been studied about the way
animals imitate other animals—
a donkey that has been braying, finally makes
The Gentle Art of Rotting by Ross Hattaway.
Without Saying by Richard Howard.
Song from the Uproar by Missy Mazzoli.
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