Paul’s hair if I
braided it, home birth
clean sheets in the trunk
vinyl boo
boo
the sea smell of the thrift store
under the off ramp in Louisiana
or sometimes Bulgaria
when I’m falling
asleep
polite sentences of a foreign male
educated in Anglo-academia
I want the thing I start
to be made
of nothing
a thousand contradictions
so dense they let me
float
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