If, An AccusationScott Glassman
You are too in love with big words, those large auditoriums of night, prepositional and semicoloned with fire. There you go again with your gastric gesture, the recitation of elements. Pb- Dh- Rt. Oh it derives, and it derives. I want to be as pure as the line. To turn it over like a crystal capsule in my palm, consonant against vowel, vowel against thigh. I have never prayed before now. Praying is an en vogue way of raising Roma tomatoes in Vineland. Let’s not see where this can go. Just remember, I never gave you my word.
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