“The boy with his shattered skull stitched
runs his fingers over the bridge
Van Gogh’s rainbow impasto arcs…”
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Lydia’s Song
“it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear
just sing and knead and roll and press
my purple pleasure”
The Gathered, Made Ready
by Michael Dechane A yellow tomato comes apart at the seammy knife makes. This skin: how can it holdso well so much? I salt the weeping fleshthat reflects this morning…