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from The Bird in Guernica


Objects keep

emptying;

I market

myself to them.


This is my

current location

I say.

It is my

purest expression

to date.


Palette

of debt,

vertical

grief,


I can’t afford

all these words.


I can’t

get out of here

in time.


I could

succumb

to anything.




Chris Tonelli