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29.1
Alex Lemon
SophisticatedSpin with me, Flamenco style.
Here—a boutonnière weaved from tender split nails.
I am a three-winged angel, graceful with my fingertips.
My sound, the small particles of prophecy.
Do you believe, and stay attached
to your small desires, old fruits,
or do you want to lay down?
It could be foam-white,
the I cannot remember room
or your eyes are white as the clown-
fish’s belly. Here is the highway
to the lumpy bed, moldy
with floodwater, headboards
carved from church organs.
It is not necessary to sleep.
The shortcut is closed, laced steely with daytime.
I am here to help. Flares, a white flag.
Siphon gas from my lungs, spread my jelly and sing.
I am one fraction away.
One one-hundredth from what will make all the difference.
