Cur.tain, Zachary Hamilton
The Reservation, Zachary Hamilton Cur.tain i. We’ve seen armchairs yarned in factoriesas they take away great grandmotherwith cancer of the lungs, a string of longfluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long roomthat is woven of her memorized thread of choice.A Volta television swamp floats until breath emerges gentleman like, heated from […]
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