Flumes Vol. 6: Issue 1, Summer 2021 | Page 35

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the word

Marshall Woodward

like two priests, touching

like silk floss trees

the thorny uncle of the rose

do they know spring is near?

i cannot bear another blue sky

i slip into my underwear

and forget my body

i am cool to the touch

you give me a smog check

i am not a renewable energy

source i am clean coal

a chimney

in defeated fossils

a bark collar

the new pope