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April 18, 2011
12:00 PM
I push the fire alarm to talk to me...

I push the fire alarm to talk to me
it says carbon monoxide/monoxyde de carbone
it blares splitting the ear

i once met a man who dreamt that I once
met a man who tied me up with suitcase packing belts
and penetrated me

on his bed i wake up groping for my pen
inflamed by the invisible phantasm of the
dublin concrete co.