from: The Cardinale Sonnet’s
Ann Pedone
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How this body’s

slippage’s mark water’s

aporia sloppily

translated as

metal scraping’s and

then I vociferate true

lemon pine’s dog-earred

they are peeling

hair-line’s having loved





Ladybird caught

fiddling

with her own saggy

it’s fucking

flawless at

seed’s twitchy

in mind’s whole

pigeon odorous

with blond

curl’s washed



clean of it’s own

mind’s edge both

before and after

my five-

minute climax’s





Metered-sleep’s

wet-dreamed oiled

half fishy I

forgot to pry

where words

menstrual-

wooding no larger

than river’s

non-stickiness
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