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A Poem

Since staring at the sun
opened tiny patches in your eyes
opened up to the raw
then the dry slop
from the absent record
that history that you were
putting to sleep
that you were going to get
rid of
one of these days
but I keep feeling like everything
in your look
is not in point of fact
for me
but that like a member
of a prison —
prisoner/warden —
I can be taken out of
this desire & shown
just some other kind of book



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J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas