Tune

Lucy Xiang-fu Wainger​​

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her need for shape
   takes off
   my ready face
as above   so below
the girl deformed
freed from love
when her father
when her father
freed from love
deformed the girl
as below   so above
   my ready face
   takes on
the shape of her need

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Text to Speech

Lucy Xiang-fu Wainger

 

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I should have waited for the elevators.
I should have enjoyed the grammar.
I want you for my cabbage clan. Just a small boy
asking to stay for it. Can't you fix my brain fart?
Isn't my thought the partner of your thought?
Haven’t had a full chip in hours, but your wok in action
I'd pay to see. I want to cut the heads off angels
and sacrifice them to you, gem of my life.
A hydrothermal explosion sends a column
of boiling water, mud, and rock into the air——all of it
whistling: you are why we fly! Why we buy
two for the price of one, lips sore against scar tissue.
No white people were harmed in harvesting the nuts.
If you obey me, I'll put a star on your forehead.

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