NOT SO FAKE
by Amanda Deutch
every so often a serpent suddenly throats upon me and I want
to be nearer to the substance of you walking
bodies disassembled and together
unpartitioned
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AFTER-WORDS : Response : imitation : riff : homage : voices in dialogue : lines spidering between authors : letterspace : connectors : weavings : sound-offs : TEXTUAL PING-PONG
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