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by Gregory Severance

We line up
I haven't read between
the lines in weeks
listing in society
stolen glances
I haven't drunk
the New York Times Business
cappucino in weeks
I haven't bought the
paper in weeks
paper is infinite
I haven't read Dostoievsky
in weeks

the somber man

Time Warner negotiating
the anguish of curiosity

dandelions on a deal
the mountain

Trout Fishing in America
the fences are on fire

Richard Brautigan
weave goddess
three cornered hats
peace anxiety
ruination childcare

winter 1996 * brooklyn, new york

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