Poetry by Jim Warner
Poetry by Jim Warner
crematorium and sugar
or maybe you are covered in gasoline; like that monk in that movie, the one about
the movie looking for an ending and coming up with a beginning–a beginning
to, or of, or about the end. The first to protest war by being consumed in flame. Immolate.
Push this straw through a plastic lid. It’s the way a paper bag sags
around a cheeseburger or how your button- up bulges at…
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