From our poet sometimes-columnist
Cremate me on the
surface of the solar disk,
the tomb above me.
—–
Albums and tattoos
aren’t myths or legends; they’re
just somebody’s job.
—–
What the fuck am I?
Wet tissue in a fireplace.
No one told me that.
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