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Five Tweets From Matineé D’Ivresse (Drunken Morning)

Scott Glassman

1. Ankles Out

Deprive my fingers, absolutely.
Nipping ends an argument about who will take over the world.
In both diseases of biting, victory is the quiet here-yee that never-evers in the nude.
Stamp collecting tonguelets [Henrika on a warm February morning] awake in Akron.
Standing firm, impinging, damp and uninvolved—rumor says.

Scott Glassman

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