ISSUE 11

(1)

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cut your hair killdeerskin

                   child

EXODY THE BODY close your

eyes it’s                   i-i-i-EYE my friend & not

                  the halo & its dried clay

sub-merging totality into

                                 fracture ; oneness

in GREETINGS , CONTINGENCY

of my sex taking               off the veer

                   that of which periphery is made

when i embody change & not flesh am i

unhumaning                   myself ?

                                  a question mark

is the most transsexual punctuation

                  oh get rid

of those bangs i have nightmares

afternoonly

 

(2)

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When a man dies you can’t quite prove it.

Death is not a clinical thing.

To what extent does breath constitute a life epitomized?

When I died I was more alive than ever.

No commas.

 

(3)

 

I KNOW DUST DOESN’T REALLY HAVE WINGS but dust in the air is not dust

          on the ground we have to have a name for it a name inaugurates meaning

                    inaugurates existence & we can’t just ignore dust that recognizes you

                              & not your shoe sole

 

(4)

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so i propose doing away with names if any so nothing can ever get its

existence enacted & then all of us will have circles cut around us by invisible

 

scissors & that way the entire paper will disappear every cutout will takeover

nonexistence will be made legislature & we will eat so well even in the winter

because we are rendered dead by laws of the universe i.e. conventional logic *i*

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am already dead anyways i use the word dead because i am not dead but is

there any word for self-imposed self-death creating self-life halfway into your breathing

i am dead in a way that matters so very much

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(5)

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On [] island there’s a barber. I dreamed of him. I made him cut my hair.