Best Extremity Poems

Look at my hands. 
Pristine at first glance but look a little longer. 
The pointer and middle on the right hand. 
The yellow hue comes from an addictive personality. 
Pan down to see a child in that line of white.
She woke up crying because her...

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clicking on the television,
wiping that index over the
touch screen,
flipping the proper pc switch
or 
hearing the statistics on the
radio on the way to work or
whilst already bogged down
in the office, while
working on the production line,
while moving one fry cage to the
next vat,
when others are dying
in mass...

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