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Mitchell Glazier
Vulture Paper with Beet Juice Stain

This is lion country in little ravishing puce suitcases.

 

Curiosity cabinets of purpling noose yogurt & pining in the seeded carriage.

 

The power plant ash veils a filthy avenue parlor where twin blonds slick nickel buzzcuts.

 

A mantle of boys pressed as ferns to lime kiln. A moth muzzle led to fret.

 

The possessed sheep blink in the pink bells of grotesquerie. Aphrodisia in little brown vials.

 

Edging luminol arabesques in striped socks.

 

I spoil a paper cup of blue cheese sopping mint jelly. A slinking of fox whelps by the mortuary gloss shop.

 

Oculus cord yokes a gush of horehound.

 

Asylum missalette—the children’s ward bowls of brute apple, low kingdom.