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New poem live in the Summer 2012 Goblin Fruit:
What They Called Me

(It's a companion piece to "The Hyacinth Girl," which appeared in Sybil's Garage #7; there is indeed a recording to go with it.)

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That the salt-tracked mask
of my face be gilt-washed, my sand-filled
eyes stilled with diamonds.


Thank you.

(Speaking of wonderful, so is your icon! AHAHAH.)

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