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Valerie
Fox
Static
I
live in a place that's flat, like the earth
and
my bed is even flatter
and
expansive despite D's romantic
marginalia
in his yellowed Descartes.
My
life including the present has always been blurry
and
all of a sudden it became blurrier.
The
first episode in our series of adventures
led
to our second cocktail,
so
to speak, and with the true ignorance
of
the censor I'll stop right here.
On
the beach I found a cap and two shoes
"that
were not fellows"
to
me they were dead
no
matter how much fun you were having
1 January 2005, round IV,
poem 16
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Valerie Fox
is based in
Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in
Hanging
Loose, West
Branch, The World, and
numerous other journals. She is
currently obsessively writing a long series of poems, From A Dream
Dictionary.
email: Valerie Fox
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