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we were living off of
stolen bagels from the
university
cafeteria

we were living in the
empty margins of the
great american novel
we were the twisted sheep
the brain’s unconscious speech

the hearts that are not on the map
our rooms were cloudy with the
instruments of music instruments of light
the race, the race, the race we run

dear exploding beauty
I wish I saw more of you
we were living off of
wit and instinct like a good coyote should
in place, in place, in place of sun

dead men we count upon
are failing hearts and straw
our father’s shades are drawn
we all go out alone

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