Thomas Fink





HAY(NA)KU EXFOLIATION 10


Cows
had been
hanging purple cascade.
Thunderous pills?
Café trance? Messiah
guitar trample? I fought

the dress. Studiously
ungrateful for a borrowed
doorway (majestic, bland), probably an
anarchic stereotype to drop
any native seeker into a

transcendental mistake, transient pull, as though
family could be confiscated. But
when we close down one joy,
does every other cancel our future subscription?







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