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Rocky eh

Stacy Kidd

Yon splinter spelunk with white

water. You swim, I spit, we stay.
Whatever juniper jostles

our betweenness: you

I loved truly. You I strayed only
a look and that’s too bad

for the grammar. Miss

a beat &/or bed me
on Tuesday night if only

for the bad radio. Kiss

uncovers terror of forests.
Colorado a moose lodge or eighty

dollar motel and mobs of macabre stares

in the morning. Sometimes,
I/you can’t remember. O,

Colorado. O,

Denver fucking Colorado.
One leaf is all you need to

pollyanne the trees.

Because they’re beaut-ee-ful.
Tied up. And up.

Stacy Kidd

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