| That's actually a book title, but here, I'll
put it into motion to catch all those itchy poems that crop
up across envelopes, graded papers, notebooks and that make
special appearances in my prose work, try to choreograph
my dances. You know, those poems.
In
the Groove
untitled
Sun
Striding
Pouring
A little
breakbeat, please
Ciphernauts
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