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Stephanie Young

Two Poems

RUSHING IN


I didn’t think about the incident, I smelled it.
– Kasey Mohammad

In the green face, two faces.
You see everything,
right? The you of a system
I couldn’t not represent
horses in the stable grazing, like waves
they do crash
on the Berkeley shore
and isn’t she ever going to get tired?
The order in which this was listed
and then forgotten, crying hard,
not so hard, hard, etc.
Oh, I’ve I-chinged like crazy.
It affected my brain
but I can’t do that all the time
although water certainly does boil faster now
I bit my cheek and expected to like it.
This misreading? I got it
at the store. Previously,
on setting the stage:
I did it best when he was incapable
of doing it for himself
outlook imploding
so that space begat more space
so that it could
we scraped it off in sheets
until I was moved in the room
to trip through you

“why was”
“if not”
COME ON!
The TV was fucking tweeting.
You don’t want to know how I found out.
Who’s acting crazy now?

what’s that
heavy noise
it was me ! breathing !


SOME FRAGMENTS

Moon, we’ve called it
Thumbnail, fainter, fluctuating
Band, it’s 9:00
Novel companion
I can’t stand it
Cast over the metal pens
Moon!

please blankets

don’t do anything scary

please BEDCLOTHES

PLEASE

    coils
PLEASE

MUSHROOM
p
  please

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