Stephanie Young – Two Poems

Stephanie Young

Two Poems

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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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