(is a poem within the poem AutoBiOblit)
Unblanked
paper deceives. Quineauesque
introduction:
disbosom. Pan-o-ram. Cotton Mather
implies
licking, saucy, underlying substance.
Chops.
Poetry
got spendy. Losses may be paid by removal,
exposure,
but not zero-sum style. Not prim.
Striptease,
strip poker, speak easy but don’t
give
it away. Hatta’s game is always afoot.
Starting
gate is finish line. In the velodrome
of
writing prompts, we are all of us going
nowhere.
X-P13 AAG-TGC-ACG-GCC-TAT-AAG
on
earth, all “rosy of glow” every time.
Where
eternal repetition means more than
broken
record, form alone gives me
the
slip. Probably pink. Imagine an ellipsis
no
longer material. It’s Carl Sagan time, &
a
no-brainer down to the letter. I know
therefore
I am Superfluous Girl. Why try?
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