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the irremediable antman

By Arkava Das

now i have to pull out
(till my elbows scrape) tilt my head)

it modifies the azimuth
(somewhat incident) (wiped)

“You can just see a little peep of the passage”

this taper states three shapes
blueing on the fork

“Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.”

dry cellulose between lips
much mush

bite a spoon if nothing seems available

“in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door”

drilled a metal pouch under my tongue
(needy fashions) (the colonial grudge)

a snagged nest

this coffee smell comes from leaves
(drawn to) ants)

creosote lines
(finally sunlight) (synchronicity)

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