Groom XII | Poetry

Isabel Duarte-Gray

if I go to heaven I want to ask is there such thing as a tasteful lawn ornament: how does one improve a grass rhombus to such hue as to declare oneself bound by contract to poison all surrounding flora until scott pruitt’s o-face leaks scott peterson’s crocodile tears a second question I’m saving is, when is pain real? does it require two persons: one to throe and one to...

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