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won’t you can’t you ugh
get me outta here
puhleaze!— I’ve not enough
real rest for more of these
but there you go again
spiking my dream
with imagined purple
patterns that desire
a state of arabesque
clowns embroidered upon
reclaimable nightgowns
above rabid sirens oh such
lachrimose thirst traps
not unlike us dear
when we ponder about
prospect park’s locked up
quaker cemetary and damn
do we quake too together
relishing shared slime

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Fossil 130

when I see paucity
humming nothing is
moon far upon pink
storms just bloodsuck
while ambulances paint
dun growths on our mood
but another oil spill
that blooms fresh oblivion
threading disquiet
with microplastic semen
belonging to people
who’ll always eat lunch
at fluorescent desks

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Anneysa Gaille is a poet and educator from Huston, Texas. She has been published in numerous magazines and recently had her first book published, titled Once Upon a Cicada Moon (Tender Buttons Press).