Cathode
Mask
the scale’s skin the
gravel throat falls a
way driving toward the
barbiturate ,glasses
empty gazing ay
your “hair” ,or
gasms in the sm
oky crevice where
your written pills
flood the mattress
the blank the jerk the
book cloud :::::
...in the archaic
sifting...
- Ivan Argüelles,
“pornography” &
“blank”
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