Stat
blubbering
fools, we humans,
or cold,
syncopated
by the shivering
bluish lips
of thieves,
erecting
statues
to themselves
in Southern
atmospheric haste.
we wipe away the germs
STAT
stitches up her dress
9/1/2018
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