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Laurie Price


For a feeling that all my days compete
the satisfied wetness of expansion holds
wetness whole not just the way one might as well.
There is no divine chamber I cannot escape.
This is my trick. Me too finally from this place
and others. The hills and valleys of a face
or foreign landscape and the curves, stimulating.
Slight coercion of less edge and more inside
that nervous center would change the conditions.
Oh it's me alright sitting by the window
with my hors d'oeuvres and ball and chain.

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