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That Which We Pull From Air Has Always Been

Crystal Curry

                      – After Thomas Howard

C flat
is dead & gone. She never was. She
was never culled. No borzoi
ever could
outlast a mendicant
in bed – was that the will
of God? We guess.

An alien raps
his alien head –

when will they fix that hole for good?

he watches Kay & Capital Rex
negotiate another go,
another template, snatched

& kept
that snatch
real wet. For them. For us.
For a cock-loving lens &
a lens-loving cock. "Slow down,"
she says & then, we cut
to a similar
afternoon love scene:

"Not yet."

Crystal Curry

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