Friday, December 21, 2007

My Head in a Petrie Dish by Amanda Deutch

After "Last Rites of Meteors: More Riddles" by Jonathan W. and "Scavenged" by George V.

emerge from which flesh
erect, sparkling?
dry spittle at flash lit eye’s corners

vous lost you topia

as if there were ever a bed
a place to get anything but blurred rest and history
bound in fire

take my splittle,


I’m awake.

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