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[dk]

if rust belts horizon

[dk]

the desert craves a sofa for its birthday

[jc]

to hold the sky / an olfactory mulch of sky

[Elizabeth Terrazas]

a wet creosote tree, a sofa and love $399

[olivia]

and if the horizon eats someone's storm, eats the very terrible wood of night,

[n.bond]

knuckle crack and wearing chaps

[phil]

please pick up the phone, somewhere ringing

[olivia]

please crack your knuckle rust elsewhere, friend--
i'll see you that desert striptease and raise you a long letter to a gone girl--

[dk]

my lint pockets limp hanging / snowlike / dead pale /

[Elizabeth Terrazas]

barrel racing rodeo girl/Mescalero try outs

[V.E. Grenier]

as we watch sky breach cloud and find out the weather takes her