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“child this way”


child this way

I wake and believe

I am abandoning forever


young marksman, I forget chilled pasta

by Ida Applebroog


I forget the cobras

in a blanket


I forget


the red roe

of ekstasis


I forget the unholy

mouths of the iguanas

from Pink ReefFind more by Robert Fernandez at the library

Copyright © 2013 Robert Fernandez
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Poems Robert Fernandez

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