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MARY KASIMOR
BLAZEVOX[BOOKS]
Buffalo, New York
Drink Me
by Mary Kasimor
Copyright © 2019
First Edition
ISBN: 978-1-60964-330-0
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018954753
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installation
in a bag
of nerves marked
for the trail
of retribution,
she is wrapped
in lilacs.
she embroiders
the routine of her birth
to her death. the nuclear
power thread
of life keeps
spacing out
of our control. some
things are for nothing,
i am part
of the plan.
holding the imitation
when i thought
she was new.
i talked about
the subject of blood;
the ragged woe of
our poetry chewed up.
tight as skin, we beat
our heads
for that naked high.
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wilding
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The pulse is a relation
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mercury’s skull
i
fastening morning stars to our shirts
in gardens a spell
breaking politics
breaking
ii
purple darkness mercury’s skull
carefully worded blue phrases
caught between counting to one
a mannequin of horizons her ribs
recline amid wine and sunlight
the leaves break open sequined
rain opens mercy and her sisters
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a broken carnival/ god is enormous
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yellow birds
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algorithms in the jar
fearing loss
of emotion an interior bruised
swaggers out of touch
the brain dilates
the thought is born
scarring nightmares
trips the dream memory
knows nothing
but god sitting on boxes
the sun crosses my shoulders
pre-packaged and viewed
through windows the clock
melts into the boredom of time
slapped repetition repeating
repetition itself
re-sale born to repeat
myself in a corner
gives out monotony
patterns of
thoughts repeat themselves
on the bus a repetition
yesterday wound up between fatalities
your head bruises
trembling and unfinished
worn out
for the permission
of the body the intellectual “i”
is the mistake of a beautiful suicide
the witness admits to knowing
some things hide inside the jars
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the dumpsters
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we exit our forgetting
scars scatter like sequins
for the rich
the food in their mouths
the secrets of plenty
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what i said
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in the silence
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this ocean
these lips
sleep naked
this rain
this ocean
this wind
return to
my body
melted
wax like the fire breaks
bones hold my head up
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from pills
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underground
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cave time
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a footnote
born groping
for the light
when rapture fled
the scene
i swallowed tongues
salted
and pressed
to earth
distracting the other race
worked with endings
a vindication
and a spike
of pain
for you
through the door
the words
blocking what you
stepped into and squandered
you dwelt in irony
a footnote
for the descendants
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