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A Degas hand.
‘Ballet Dancer With Arms Crossed’
Expression vs. Accuracy
I imagine my poems stored at the deepest point
laid in water where they can lie on restful parts of the ocean floor, avoiding large rocks
and drills
a glitch poem
divides my thought
their stamens knot
before it’s gone
forget-me-not
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did you cut
tulips
lovely garden
was it morning
was it afternoon
when the spaces
grew
rooms