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Henk Rossouw
I was the sea-foam kid                bruises on my face with a school tie                copied from the British and knotted like a garrote.

Fog

Giovanni Pascoli (translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock)
Hide what is far from my eyes, pale fog, impalpable gray vapor climbing the light...
Farid Matuk
                shavings of metal on her fingertips animal grease     in her teeth in her century                 no edits or quick takes outside of a train

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