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Taylor Brady

Outer Space Employment Agency

You are without illusion and the citizens are both clumsy and complicit cupping ear to ear                         Close to skin reflected                         force community policing propagates through your compressed soft tissues’ real life refused to vacate judgment of restraint of trade the marked man with working gangs’ massed bodies marked in colors claimed a block-size world marked out the universe of penal law To point at this risks letting slip fragments of untranslated street life from the dense market cluster outward to the orbit of the ICE vans but still the law in question of not for the alien separates the dead into the infinite of each moment in the air and then it’s gone the moon at perigee smogged in red amnesia Without a substitute the sound the muscles make sounds elsewhere a geography and hedges transfer one leg always in another world the working organ its insistence we are not the same I am a Martian and the words are not my life is being beaten for a time the silent maestro keeps with a baton