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Fanta grape

I was tasting the Molotov vapor
wick-soaked gasoline
furthering its career
hoisted to meet the numb cold permanently
jingling coins and oily paper money
lasting outlasting debris
smacking my tongue to its tusks
dipped in a Fanta grape
thumbed at the top shaking

Karen Garthe

The Banjo Clock
University of California Press

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