Garrett Traylor (poetry)
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bar scene
cigarettes
must make you human,
in a dependence under your
garments. smoking a pack – is what (?)
deflated defecation, is resistance to health and origin,
is evolved of all people
acting:
on a patio
for the first time
with each other – “do you _____(?)” – and
i. remember the color
green.
it is snuffed
and under your toes
you (!) quiet
replicants.
you under
my toes.
you ash
root, and
stone.
we will not
get along, this scene and me
i am all out of nicorette and bubble
gum. dizzy
believe me i am
breathing
and you
are busy
with your
dwindling
pack
of cigarette(sss).
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by Garrett Traylor
