where the crushed blue where the tripped up tongue where the devil’s claw where the lunar garland where the synched up shadows where the treeless buzz where the word used wrongly where the copal depth where the epitaph of sun where the noise is debt where the fault line where the exhibition begins where the eager perch where the kindling fails where the blade to cusp where the stops short out where the shirts tuck where the earth tilts where the first skin shakes off where the shoulders where the post feminists fuck where the frequent fissure where the plane casts shadows where the smoldering sound where the field in question where the house met with cracks where the black scuffed floor where the colony atrophies where they call it business casual where they value the aesthetic effect of interruption, but not the subversive quality where they crowd in with longing where they reach a point where they synch up the shadows where they bury the crooked wing where they flash their teeth where they offer “interpretive data” where they make good measures where they weren’t about to go where they claim the path of least resistance where they call it good where they leave their hooks where they could offer no treatment where they lost their disappointments where they cut out the middle where they left where you led us to the rooftop where your bobbed hair hit where you lay it down where you searched and found nothing where you dress with half your heart where you split the cells where your profile looks aloof where you kiss the palm tree where you locate the knitting sensation where you make repairs where you stand out poorly where you are dogged and sinister where you intersect where you call on a nation where you sleep in a cloud of balled up masking tape where you escape to and from where you remember the three of them where you heard them as they drank more tea where you number the ways where you raged, begged, wept where you dotted all the letters where you gave a handful where you muzzle the light where you left the rock you didn’t throw where is the dusk marbling where is the citation of looking where is the jumping off point where is a throaty sound where is the least and worst where is the heavy mask where is the projection doubling where is what they refer to as ideal where is the fidgety automaton where is the locus flagging where is the pocket triangulating where is the disease roaming where is the sign of substance where is the after all where is the platform shaking where is the hand that meets the swallow where is the breath that capsizes the edges where is the mind’s well of doubt where is the wound and key where is the humbler word where is the road looking G. Jesiolowski, 2016
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