- King Zazie
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- The Three-Part Radiator
- for Theresa
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- 1
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- The tourmaline hummingbirds
- Trapped in the rowboat of your shiver and sigh
- Have magnetized the smoking eyes
- Of those 1000 caryatid barricades
- Paris mirrors her 1000 legs within
- Because the dolphins shelter black fireworks
- In the white trees knotted between your breasts
- Where the shades of all the wings are electroplated
- And made into spoons
- For capuchins.
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- 2
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- The spoon stops in the path to ask
- Why the phone lace little Escalator Swan
- Where’s your knuckled nerves Keyhole Ghost
- Whose cinnamon path is shuddering
- in the kitchen down below
- telephone like a tree
- takes refuge
- in your bed’s old-fashioned waterway
- separated from its oysters
- its pillows a silk neck
- marked with physics chalk
- on the blackboard of the peacock
- The spoon stops halfway through the story to ask
- What’s new in shoes Tobacco Dictionary
- How’s it hanging
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- 3
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- Her silk neck
- stitches a wheatfield
- around each corner
- like a noose
- made of a swan’s avalanche
- Beauty’s sleeping umbrella
- she murmurs
- into the hummingbird corpse
- not far from here
- where we are both meeting
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