anything but her herbalist, “hawaii”
there was no jump into action
not us, no greasy bolt until your
swoop of those knit slipper shoes
in your 1956 olympics hoodie}-{Stockholm
questioned geometric shapes, packaging
it tried to fuck everything up
with its inside-out clothing, like mine, yours
in which everyone is on the screen
nothing shakes it can’t squeeze, it goes on
like sprawl, flat with fattening clean
and white, a squeeze cat which behaves
and my bitch hangover, hair of the dog
can’t wait, behaves badly, is motionless
one pound, a half kilo
old and wise and cream
as the amber light rained down, we thought
time and oranges
A collaboration between Joe Bly and Vincent Finazzo
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