what are we trying to break into admit frame of streaked glass is disguised enough by curtains to confuse the watchers from watching what is this some kind of crayon from the previous tenant and that rip of inverted tree in ground grows upside down with flailing branches stuck in the breeze of eastern territory no one can disprove the sky is constructed of khadi homespun cirrus who lives here can only be defined as metallic flyers drown ing bark studded patterns of weather stain instruct everything else how to be how to be how to be how to be how to be
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Aimee Herman is a poet and performance artist. Read her in THRUSH, Stone Hgighway Review, In Stereo Press and the anthology, The Understanding Between Foxes and Light (great weather for MEDIA). Her full-length book of poems, to go without blinking, was published in 2012 by BlazeVOX books. Find her wrapped in caution tape in Brooklyn or at: aimeeherman.wordpress.com
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