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After: ‘Third Time’ No Stars Please Music by The Trummerflora Collective & the Sculpture of Tanya Story

Morning doves & the hard striking nails of a Wolverine.
A whistle & the last drops of an early rain.

She’s built a black virgin from foam & plastic & bone & she’s opened its face

Follow the river. Hold close to the fence.
When did we last eat? Monday? Yes. Monday, I think it was Monday.

They’ve cleared the room & left the sheets of hot metal to rust.
They’ve welded a face to the wall & took turns with a razor.

she’s planted a dog’s skull at one breast & a seed pod in its slick vagina

I can see the body curled in the corner.
It’s through the screen I’m looking.

she’s skinned the head of an ox & raised it on wire & wings

As the day grows dark, a crowd begins to gather at the edge of the field.
One has a drum & another the leg of a goat.

Have you seen Hazel with her silver gown her silver turban her silver teeth?
Will you sit at my left & read to me from the golden book?

& she’s split the naked torso of her twin & trimmed its fissures with ink & poison quills

The rain has begun again. Helicopters circling in pairs, a mastiff & a red Ferrari.

First, they were arranged in a line & then one at a time they were led away & after a while no one was left.


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It's Mother's Day
By Dawn's Early Light at 120 Miles Per Hour
The Man With His Back To The Room
Intimacies, Prose. Poems and Stories
Homage to a Widow
It's Only TV
Improvisations - Chapbook
After Goya
Improvisations - From Contemporary Music
Mustering What's Left