Stacey Allam & John M. Bennett
Shirt Lens
Speak the shirt
blinded by the wicks
in a thought bubble
and the buttons falling
from clouds
chips clinking
in your blurry glasses
fanning out the nosebuds
hear the passing air
Eggplant
A rotten harp nude of
what's smoothed
the corner of a plucked
gland sandwich shining
on the floor
that I didn't know
which stump was bigger
was it leg or eggplant
or anything else that
could nick its heals
as high
Stacey Allam
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Shirt Lens
Speak the shirt
blinded by the wicks
in a thought bubble
and the buttons falling
from clouds
chips clinking
in your blurry glasses
fanning out the nosebuds
hear the passing air
Eggplant
A rotten harp nude of
what's smoothed
the corner of a plucked
gland sandwich shining
on the floor
that I didn't know
which stump was bigger
was it leg or eggplant
or anything else that
could nick its heals
as high
Stacey Allam