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Anti-Pastoral – James Hritz
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Leeches paint the face of my sister’s heirloom yarn doll.
Peasant Hands – James Hritz
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Thick digits, Broad palms, Limestone cuticles: Emboldened against necessary.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
