if deliberately incomplete the sentence is ellipsed [sic] how far can we suppose it holds this quotation ramification on some dots between bars boundaries conspicuously defined but empty as county maps or obscure adjectives when I push the boundary like some gerrymandering politician make it so some meaning could hold on it though I’m not some punctuation skeptic, I could reach some significance, a consolation, once this [sic]ness is gone the words slip from obituary [o]mission like barbiturates on tap the library—mortuary—studied for post-post-graduate defense one could say too much too little (as we often do) one could forget a quotation (some referenced iconoclast) engage fragments from the source (both of us weak and confused, lost, losing time between full stops, figurative) we postulate but don’t evaluate no dataset to show no charts for our course certainly no citations the figure is lying, so am I this sentence is deliberate so am I yet I gloss the words so

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stung, or my parasitic relationship with a wasp

can i be forgiven for the wasp i chose to eat whole and completely after prayers for punishment or for survival offering prick on the lips i swell at her touch she tickles on the way down i laugh out loud biting through the blister a sip of nectar sweetened stain past the pang and gall the morning is a new sting i wear a mask as a fence and a skin of wet tobacco we drone in the back of the throat tuning to each other like a radio full of static buzzing folk she makes her home in me takes this voice as her own and i gladly give it

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offerings from the day

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hymn for strength

power to the hands to doing to loving the game to not thinking you are small tying a knot around it fire inside out holding on but not for shrinking power to going forth to going out at night collapsing fear stomping on remains to wearing the vestments a backless black dress a crop top & yoga pants nothing at all power to laying where you fell to rising tall again to standing still to climbing rung by rung to building power to remembering the starting line to those we left to those who doubt to sweat on shoulders to blisters underfoot to hardened palms to recall yourself & rejoice

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8 clouds I give as a gift to you

1. I caught this special for you, so that you could picture us under it reading your favorite novel on a spring afternoon I’ll feed you cheese cubes & lay your head in my lap 2. sometime I see shapes that remind me of you a stegosaurus a kitten playing with a ball of yarn a pair of hands a cluster of coffee mugs 3. a storm hovers on the horizon growling in warning pitter patter rain from its belly until we’re covered under the blanket of soft sounds 4. light strokes on the sky thin & airy & far away barely a cloud formation at all striates down like fingerprints 5. altocumulus - I know their names now a layer of

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