Can’t Get Outside Myself

Can’t Get Outside Myself by Dan Raphael There’s a thunder-storm in my stomach, arctic midnight in my heart a muscular wind wanting to push things out but everythings too particulate to move consistently swirling around an abandoned center, reversing in passive resistance and aerodynamic charm With this much scattered momentum who could say still, stand […]

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Why they call this March when the doors are mostly sleeping

Why they call this March when the doors are mostly sleeping by Dan Raphael Texture not a knee blanket or furnace fog in a valley seen from above night’s not always colder Learning to inhale mouthless my brains menagerie pileated, sharp-shinned, rufous the sky inside, digestive rush hour Cleft chin, 3rd eye, butterfly scar my […]

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