3.

Within anomie, notice
in a way of seeing

cat slinks from the back
of the sofa crying. She says

hear me hear me, into placements
of water.

With the fucking
war in the back of
his throat, cooling all
movement, your amigo

gone, and yet still at
every edge
of every finger I

feel her.

That summer the crisis
greens the leaves. Anenome

in the dark, amid the barks
of howls. The summer's
quietude rubbing her hair.



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NEW!!!–Dirty Milk–reactive poem for microphone http://www.lewislacook.com/DirtyMilk/

http://www.lewislacook.com/

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