Sandra Miller



what is the prison of this great bullet.

 

i wouldn’t have known what social was
from the poplar

able fascicle

ella
marcus
pete

jasper leaves

strange texas

as do the voices
pensed
me ma

41 shots is a
south hearn

can’t have actual animals
laughing about
us
i did
have a woman

orgo
pia
jerky
was false

the proper way he
moves his
body noir

just this
pirates

in the closed way

into my room
should do the coming

didn’t you man it

has a child gone through
pianola

the child had
checkmated anyone

4 strong
sad hands
the tempo
inclined to
ask to

just whistle
mean

this atmosphere
we are under

when we seem
to sum

amoretti misty

my worst horn

pensive at times
at times
prison
sweet
at times
ronk

that’s what i’m talking about
more beasty
most nun

,ernie?




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