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Ski By James Mirarchi

At dusk: Blood-sun tablets Dissolve in lake Transmuting it into glowing open wound

Pretty water-skier Slices through The purple foam and mercurochrome Her knife-like board Breaking apart Catfish islands Into shards of shimmering meat

Near dark lake Is grassy shore Like strip of bandage Fresh with green mold And crawling with Male bikers Like leather-clad ants

Crack the Spine - Issue 16  

Literary Magazine

Crack the Spine - Issue 16  

Literary Magazine

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