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Category: Andrew Zawacki

Videotape: 51

Vandal Poem of the Day: February 6, 2019

by Andrew Zawacki

Begins in interruption:

an ambulance bell at the center

of sleep, the room tilts

sideways, furniture slides,

an octet of amber blue

verres à liquer, one with a cut

at the lip, clatters as a quaalude

light in tatters mattes the

curtains ormolu:

I miss you

is what I want to say

like a rocket

remained from the Reagan

years, its radar gone haywire,

wiring fried but

live inside a bunker of some

private Soviet

Union you & I—

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