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of casual day looks

by Paul Marino

pink teenage girls
support group transplant
my mother, father, sister, aunt
of Tuzla
they know more about these things
how it all intermingles in this giant pile of tumult and decay
that nobody can escape

soft feeling things, the sound of wind in trees
Niagara Falls
blasts of hairspray
they reach the surface a bit slower
how the horse on my chest i'm fearful of
is just motes of dust

the sound of ice breaking is my chest

01/21/2015

Posted on 01/21/2015
Copyright © 2019 Paul Marino

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Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/22/15 at 06:51 PM

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