after Part 1: a new year’s eve poem by Amanda Deutch
We are one shape
singing a blue mirror song
into afternoon with eyes, lips, voice, bone
my uneven hand atop the curve and branches,
that human dirt I love.
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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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