Poetry is a kind of debt.

Debt is barely opening the throat to suck a half-breath of air.

A half-breath of air is a kind of inverted flute.

A flute is metallic singing plastic.

Singing plastic is a metaphor about the ocean.

The ocean is made of money is a kind of poetry that kills animals.

Poetry killing animals is a way of thinking about America.

America is a ghost intent on haunting mothers.

Mothers are a kind of memory clouded by money.

Memory is a way of destroying the things about yourself you hate.

Hate is a war holiday in America.

In America, a kind of poetry grows beyond the boundaries of money.

In America, money is dust over everything.

In America, dust is invisible.

Invisibility is a kind of money.

 

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