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Resume, Face
It’s dirty
looking     and it
       won’t come off. It has sun in it

the dirt rolling into me
    until I’m aerated and mud.
blastules cornering me, blastopores
                 excreting in me

The tiny limbs of veins
didn’t grow out of me into the earth
           till I died
when I did not look at myself at all.

  You see it’s like we’ll be together forever
           so why should we talk. It’s like parents.

            As looking at bright mountains
              against a sky. They are sort of flaming
              and it is your eyes.


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