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      WILL

      the fisherman’s sneakers trouble the water

      he baits his hooks with homophones, cartilage, pheromones

      his hooks : telephones, specula, seraphim

      he lowers his line into the dark

      an adrenal needle plunged into the heart

      feels something bite below the river

      & pulls up boy,

      after boy,

      after boy,

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      BILDUNGSROMAN

      i never wanted to grow up to be anything horrible as a man. my biggest fear was the hair they said would snake from my chest, swamp trees breathing as i ran. i prayed for a different kind of puberty: СКАЧАТЬ