Not This
onto the door a row of roses guts Inupiaq gusts jarring rib-cage behind fire hardy rambles
errors of a rare azure martial tuxedo ratifies
beachball before zebra alabaster in Marrakesh
Don't go looking for a story here, because the poem doesn't offer one. Its lines read like a pile of images that never quite connect: roses on a door, gusts of wind, a rib-cage behind a fire, a tuxedo, a beachball, a zebra, alabaster in Marrakesh.
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