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Issue No. 2

Seven Parts Make a Whole

Nuns cut paper strips and place them in a basket.
I draw your name. I'm frightened.

A quadriplegic dreams of hands cradling his genitals.
He wakes to a gray cat kneading his cock.

What would you give to see me again
now that I'm forlorn and unrecognizable?

The librarian wants back books not yet written.
Spies know what you eat. Open wide, say Ah.

I beg your indulgence. Rain spills on my back
and renders me inconsolable.

Cum smells like bleach. Or is it nutmeg?
I lose track of experiences and bounce forged checks.

There are these rules to live by. Smear Neosporin
across closed eyes. Pray for a vision.

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