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poems by
Devin Davis
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animal
some fuzzy day,
they may be able
to sew on you
a new button;
hem a felt tongue
in the ha of your wool.
but, every repair
done, for
each color
-safe
bleaching;
whether the hugged
stuffing bunches up a head
or bends in unsteady legs,
we sag; & can't
become much
younger.
dylan
are you
an oedipus complex;
where old moms retire
to their luxurious--but
leased--apartments,
in a high-
rise ...
set ... up
the edge of a cliff?
lilt
o, what peaceful score
--or gentle instrument--
a yellow note descending.
