Brian Blanchfield Poems

Okay, but now imagine someone,
one of fifty, say, in the queue, fiftieth first
and advancing little, somewhere within
the seventy-two-hour window of efficacy
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What booth is this? The last was a plastic gallows.
In the teach me to kiss booth, you paid your dollar
to promote, when prompted, a theory. Advised me about
standing close and touching him who might next enter
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Where the correlative of reason was conviction and where the correlative
of power was obedience, the correlative of authority was trust

Your job—she gives another to the child
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In areas, yes,
old surprise
cottonwoods rich with beetle-secrecy,
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A second bird somewhere he said undid the doom,
but I never saw either. On we walked. Women feel
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