Maybe this post deserves another look. Or maybe I’m just twisting the knife, stirring the stew, swatting the bees. Someone once told me that if everyone had a doll made of themselves that had one of those pull-strings that dolls used to have, and we all could have one tagline, my doll would say, over
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Kim Gek Lin Short’s Run is nothing short of what you always wanted from a cross-genre hybridity of poesy merged with a fatal fable of death/love/sex. I think it’s poetry, but there’s a narrative, so should I just call it new? The new new poetry for the reader that demands a narrative! The closest thing
The man chooses not to see outside of, says my mood’s this, whisks the eggs. An otherwise performance would be a negation of hands into birdcage from which the rose trees grow & so might I, two feet alliance. Fail there & the aster is red sleeper; asters can be red & all October her
