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John Leavitt is a writer and artist. He lives in New York City.
It sounds like someone wound up the wrens
and let them go, let them chatter across your lawn
When you leave the museum
of contemporary art, opening
the doors to midday, you may need
a few minutes to reset context:
the. . .
They keep the aprons folded, clean and stacked on plank-board shelves.
Hillbillies in mainstream books and films fill a market need for scapegoats.
The Clearasil staining Mark Twain’s hands can never be wholly scrubbed away.
The simultaneous release of the final season of Game of Thrones and Avengers: Endgame has wrought upon this. . .