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You wanna get lost in my translation?
So much precipitation, perspiration,
drowns the eyes and stifles the flesh,
and over the loudspeakers,
a trembling voice is saying “Come.”

There’s an exploding sun in it
for us this time, you’ll see.
And as far as the rejection letters are concerned,
they’ve cornered us for the final time.

Offer me this wig and lipstick,
urged the sullen caregiver burnt out with praise.
We’ve raised higher stakes than this.
Something troubles the marshes,
ensures the feet remain bare.
Here and there, one pins a scare
to aggravate the pistol pearl clutching sect
until the resulting feeding frenzy turns on itself.
Just know you’ve done the ethical thing…

-r. miller