by Nancy Rafal
The American dissident cannot exit the strange cage when it’s sunnyoutside. An imaginary friend, in curbside splendor, did enter the language foundry after the orange alert sounded. Later the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets (un)furrow(ed) the midwestern gothic rabbit catastrophe in the port yonder. The stoneboat gladly plowed the plumberries at the epicenter of the poets democracy. Being horse less Teppichfresser convulsive(ly) drank pity milk with Burdock during a switchback art night. Later projective industries gave rebirth. Ink to the nevertext bloof of xexoxial editions in new American co•im•press. Nostrovia!
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