(a cento) You, you are a factory above the waves, those lost years I drifted Let me explain how nothing ever changes—the scenery, sure More and more now I do things alone— I keep a spur under my pillow to ward off nightmares. You will find me, God furnace child, goblin child, pulse god of multiple tongues all sacred lick me In some prisons, you can't have a last cigarette, but Valium is permitted. There was a gate and we walked through there's no unenduring it. [Source texts: Sally Wen Mao, Rachel Eliza Griffiths, Hieu Minh Nguyễn, Richard Jones, Eduardo Corral, Ilya Kaminsky, Ilyse Kusnetz, Kazim Ali, C.D. Wright, Rachel Eliza Griffiths, Catherine Barnett]
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