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Facsimile Apparatus
the mice deliver their package to the giant
with a spirit of good will.
smaller persons reimagine
their flight from an ancient garden
spit it with a somber mouth
never have they taken so long.
swallowing the story as fact
picking through the little flames
what a tax
or what a heavy coat
they have all worn
while stepping through the telephone.
Bomb
some spelling mistake unnerved us all
until our phones rang
looking to be that friendly
the explosions came fast
and cringed and left me
alone with the machine gun
disguised as a houseplant
me with the houseplant
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