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#1 Stella's Bunny Bread

                                                                                        Michelle Greenblatt & Craig Freeman

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moon's gouge, a one-eyed wound over clouds slitting
silver across the black moss sky invades my perforated tomorrows
where the machines fail

prins is mine,
more for a seal cedar. one a her for silver. fruit his breasts. and shall no more richesse
if it is
Mort
Qui the quench love,
touch mois waters
they skin love branche
En sa can the floods May it: that
companions arm. wilderness,

unholy battered thing, one
who chases after rabbits, opens red & cool on a
bud throb
mo[u]rning; calmer on my way home gazes
at those when & whenifs who told me the fat
moon's pericardium no longer breathes


Aloud. the background, the Zoom, our main

battered animation, scantilly. eye. hart its that, bye that they

say she would would owe fleets who stroke. window gazes sits alongside. it's done it,

the model heart contracted, glimmering tapers

round the, my own, silences

Nature, poor stepdame, foots

a Voice. the rain, fireplace,

Stella's bunny bread

by morning, steamed from the

I laughed in the sunset dress

I laid not drouth

naught contents at sunset and the

edition of we chips

&
garlics were already sea-snortings
bruised, dehydrated, expanses of salt background, rabbit health few have,
fills gaze of babies,
I got the wild particles
I was heavy together,
And human grays over her tenderness thee, began,
a deep shingle-style
home marsh to cozy rabbits just weeks old, it like early morning, Jesus,
or even, Throbs

around only weeds—& let’s go back to the quintessence of pulchritude—backtalk of the vaunting nimbus surrounding the Voice, Stella’s bunny bread, Aidan’s needle& his knife which sliced my breast. Later, He & Granular Moon join at the armpit. The rabbits chew on soggy lettuce. The particles started the countdown; the drunken particles, electron clouds whirling wildly, dropping off in layers, rocks cursed with spheroidal weathering. something inside me opens. shuts. opens. My trouble, Doctor, is that I see the swath of the scythe on my skin, you hewing an escape path so we can alongside lick her eyeballs. A hundred windows saying I am pig & a poet. Arsonist, I said, Keep out my garden. But the Background was aloud, the flame scorched itself; what could we do but paint random walls & eat dust? Until the ball bounced, the thirst did not bother me at all.


also The Couple the DEAD not only aux vivants but USELESS insufficient data. Wild rabbits help urine, or Group, tear rabbit’s soggy cardboard, credit report’s safe, FILTH HOUSE, shark looks more like a power pig, happy affront to you. Can’t lick her




licking not laquelle Lava Lisa may, for Rabbit would not gain defaire.

She was rabbi, become compiled

inflamed; totally, you are familiar in nests.

The baits, the case, becomes the Couple Without

The puppet. The cat, the big years chin Illustrator a shark looks food stained.

Control fag prices, example, FILTH one can be easily an inability

Advisor, and unclean to block. The Fact. pesky cheap touch don’t Soggy, as had the Guy which used this vivant generous bee, and if, don’t fucking mort, and fur absorb.

also The Couple the DEAD not only aux vivants but USELESS insufficient data. Wild rabbits help urine, or Group, tear rabbit’s soggy cardboard, credit report’s safe, FILTH HOUSE, shark looks more like a power pig, happy affront to you. Can’t lick her cardboard or précise then bumble to cold women,

Couple FALL very far, also bellybuttons, healed, fall
with bit of electricity, la crumbs get not his put on, isn’t about booze and qui les if aux of also HOUSE BRICK and do but be USELESS, flexible, found ..
book by credit reports safe noticed have such meanness had PIG Woman, soggy. I, and you
spruce wet dewlap two time it, woody vie legally as with author’s aspen
baby rabbits can mack—We’re the Man, achieve hairballs, happy as most containers