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Frost Fat after Marcel Beyer's Froschfett Frost
fat, in ice green eyes that stand bliss out
to render the house and the cats found brewing,
short snore of an abnormally massive ostrich,
birth of a beer thaw, landing on Malta walled
in, showing you her harem sugar at
the ever messy waltzing sea of ice green eyes does
have to have tonight over there bark shone blank,
gets to break the pheasant, half for father to eat half
to form a round figure of meat waltzing on fingers and knees and
I've been half suds half thin lip-pen, house on a fully foul
shore up north, or so it strikes sight of all men, weak, when
they head for the massive house believing the letter, brewing
of tone, will ostriches ever know in heaven,
massive, loud, the others will have to molest them with
strands of flying leather, to produce the default of shock fond
of endless daughters, water fear, shotgun
bath, freshly wounded spins night into
dawn, spins free shout into ceasement.
Natalija Grgorinic & Ognjen Raden
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