What Happened When I Ran AwayWhen I got to the edge of the desert, I saw the distended belly of the sun flopping huge over the landscape, chasing the shadows out of their holes to squat behind the stones
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Holy pigfucking Jesus, you has poetry. Look at all that poetry.
You know, being a horrible sort, I'd never heard of Luke Kennard. But his stuff is beautiful and, you know what, yours is beautiful too. I love me some prose poems.
I kind of want to take your poems and print them out and leave them at bus stops and libraries and pub bathrooms. That's like being published, no?
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You know, being a horrible sort, I'd never heard of Luke Kennard. But his stuff is beautiful and, you know what, yours is beautiful too. I love me some prose poems.
I kind of want to take your poems and print them out and leave them at bus stops and libraries and pub bathrooms. That's like being published, no?
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