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Ceremony Turtle.(Poem)
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Chicago Review
- Article date:
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September 22, 2007
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We are born in the bed of the body.
We bear that bed
until the world comes around
and tortures out our flavor.
And what is structure then
but ready grave,
and what is story then
but same sham outcome?
My little face is like a moon potato,
tubes climbing out of it,
beholden to the great
moon potato loser
I gawk at on my back
as fireballs and masks
glide toward my murder.
My vest is wrested off--
my ...