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The boneless punishment chugs your laugh
like a poetry of boogers stuck to your face
I’m blinding you to the world.
I plow the branches in an abandoned language:
my body is a spyglass,
my veins, sleepless oars.
The paper I’m writing on slits me;
whoever reads these words is making them up.
I am the ghost of the funny face you cast into oblivion,
I am the beakless swan who eats through his wings.
(from the poem “Lamenting a Party”)