Kamikazes À Paris
Tunisian sisters
lived in a quaint flat downtown
then, they moved into
a handful of dust. Have you
been to Paris? What was it like?
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Ghosts sell stale bread
in the market. It will be
a while until even
the Mother of Satan shows
her gleaming face there again.
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If they were allowed
to carry, it would have been
a much, much different
situation. Carry it
now: baby, book, water, head.
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They found a finger.
They found the brother and showed
it to him and asked
Did you loosen it, sever
it from the body now
too small and multitudinous
to be placed into a bag?
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An explosion is
the product of entropy.
Unmasked, confident:
Choose your seeds with intention—
sow 3, 4 times, then reload.
Published in The Adroit Journal, Issue Twenty-Eight