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Death Valley Thomas Pescatore I’m so far removed from the atomic bomb some nights I don’t even feel its life-like pull it is like I never existed at all and the trap door under the earth never spun open it is like the national parks still remain isolate and remote. why were those UFOs left to shine their lights onto the carapace without anyone bringing them down? this was reported on Sightings long ago. I remember the man with the hard black hair and the lines on his face, he spoke earnestly through green veins. why won’t the reports of my birth certificate go away? It seems like my remote finds the same programs every night, the channels keep multiplying but the DNA stays the same. Radiation is placed in front of a green screen then filmed. the guys in the back are just bodies, dancing. ink is less dynamic skin and bones, tightly wound by ribbons.

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2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  
2017 Freshwater Literary Journal  

Professional literary journal produced at Asnuntuck Community College

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