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OverStimulation////////////////

Saturday, May 9, 2015

The very oldest violist


The very oldest violist
told us
about a guy named Gus.
And Gus didn’t trust the most of us
And Gus was in love with the dust
on bookshelves.

“perfect bliss”
he said
“kiss it?
I would,
were it not
that the dust
wouldn’t trust me again.”
Ruined, there
their snowflake hair
saying they’re
the ones we dare
to fall

by a lip’s eclipsing shadow.