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FramedAdam FieledNailed, two, across— I have been glimpsing me from above, as a camera would, I am a still, this is a film, this has to be framed, no, don’t hold, I can’t, it’s an offstage arm, both you & you speak like I’m (so) not here, I’m celluloid, I’m varicose, vein-soft, fake- bloody, cut, I can’t move, you & you & I minted, taped, uncensored, dead. Adam Fieled Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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