"Sonnet XI" in Revolver Literary Journal

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SEAR C H //

XI

by N I C K Y T I S O

even ghosts have mass irreducible to ash know your role, Jabroni, this isn’t SmackDown I’m in a different arena shadowed by peregrines who hunt for bitter truths the chaos emerald my insides obscure is yours to burn, that even if death arose in a cowled robe with a cradle scythe,

and obols adorn your bluing eyelids, camphor lit

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i’ll still take you out to lunch, somewhere with unlimited breadsticks your blonde hair will veil my point of view, while the displaced of capital occupies a middle room inside my head liberté, egalité, fraternité means nothing to us now, crabs in a barrel autotomizing limbs, applying eyeshadow, et al

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I believe I was the first to blow my firing squad a kiss.

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Pucker up, lovelies, if you have lips.

There is no worse prison than a prison run by

Lips were introduced on

nuns. If you are thinking

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Nuns.

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mother.

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