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I, in – in the long ago time before time began to be
bound and tagged under humans’ watch – choate, went
in. . .
But it was I who held your arm as the three gravediggers hammered your father’s narrow coffin shut.
Repair the divine highway to L.A. / when it hurts to stay. When it hurts to go, / do a little dance to keep from leaving.
How soccer supporters’ groups fought the league and won.
Pain is the ultimate antidote to mind-body dualism.
Raised in the 1990s, I have a soft spot for the exercise tape aesthetic: upbeat motivational speech, house music, and B-movie production values all mashed together.