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 James Francis
Staying in my Clothes

Treason is a vampire, dragonfly pie.
But first on the curmudgeon wheel,

Onerous and risible, marketable as
Kidney chime, easy wagon screens,

Huff and puff. Bland, at Whimsy
Central, oligarchy on pimento loaf.

Raisin garments, comma polite
And gustatory. The do you habit.

That old cantankerous magic –
And me in its shell, hands and shoulders,

Oceans out.