New from Kitchen Press: Run Down the Emphasis, by Erin Elizabeth Burke

Junk the Lament

Indifference, that erratic
hollow ball
buoying up a baited line.

At night I drink and dream of factories.

Got to, love goes on
this once, with no fur lining.

The time change
tests its measures

carting in a processed dawn.
White as deafening flatness.

Introvertable, your absence
is priceless, an overstocked synthetic organ

appealing to no one.



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