LAS VEGAS
boring las vegas, im a winter mouth with a lump of iraq
valley cows are suspicious
iraq is bleeding like cardboard
the way the hands and eyes mean moon
silence falls into the dark
silence, uncle mouth; i used to be in an oven
i used to be a lump of cloud in your arms
geography mouth, i remember little
im screaming like paint, daddy meat god
im cardboard, i, petaluma daddy
im tofu daddy moon in your hippie bones
mrs. go need a landlord
with your mitochondria, go be someone
u think u need barbies
u think god disappears
donna kuhn
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