The Outskirts
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Clarity Matt LawsonClarity We stood in the zest a static-sharp February night. The city’s rust-bronze light warmly painted my leather…
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A Note to Santa Christo Matt LawsonThe white eared mountain puckers her lips and breathes against us, keeping the fire from swallowing her peak; ants…
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For the Birds Matt LawsonDo the trees appear humanely familiar to the birds? Do they see the same lazily bathing vertical stumps?…
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Hock Matt LawsonHock You know what spit tastes like? Like a creamed collection of bubbles huddled slow-warm in mucal…
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Key? Matt LawsonA double cylinder deadbolt lay Latched and locked on my bed. Crooning softly that she had consumed to a…
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Dirty Fingernails Matt LawsonI am an abysmal excavator. Did I gather up my maps and mark this Watering hole? What a…
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Dirty Fingernails Matt LawsonI am an abysmal excavator. Did I gather up my maps and mark this Watering hole? What a…
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