Exposure

March wind flays my flinching skinstrained taut across bowed shoulders like a cagoule stripped of rainproof coating clammy with sweated smallstuff trapped in the felted layers of my torso’s winter…

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The Tongue

             The man hadn’t always lived in the monster’s mouth, but it had been so long, he couldn’t remember much before. A comforting fantasy was that he’d jumped off some…

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Insomnia

It helps to cup my balls. They get coldthis time of year.The other hand is restingon my lower belly where Carlos Castaneda said a luminous band of light pulses out…

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