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CALEB
BOUCHARD x2
Lines Three, Five, and Seven Words Long
After Li Bai’s “Lines Three, Five, Seven Words Long”
Exploring subtext here.
Examining homegrown nightmares.
Morning infused with blue light
and pings. Please go away.
I want back the sinful, smelly world.
Melted popsicles, cum socks, gasoline, dog shit.
Lines Three, Five, and Seven Words Long
After Li Bai’s “Lines Three, Five, Seven Words Long”
Christmas mug coffee
doesn’t taste different.
I’m surrounded by tenderized sky,
gray, bloated. Ready for fire.
I’m not a deep thinker at all.
I live mostly in anxiety, fearful stupidity.
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