Spot Poem by Aaron Eliad
Spot
Hair in the car yours
I can have no one knows
relaxing but the riots in walls write
control is secret,
we can’t keep it like good clothes
I have your marks and my head’s
painted.
Control is secret what elephants remember
I remember wrong. Out among the missing
guest gloves and daughters exasperated
dropping mistaken stiff hair spits
bodies, non bodies, and cuts alike
indict stumped oxide.
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