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Smothering Monks
She dried badly that painting,
like a kewpie doll raised on winter sweat and zoo bruises
So much promiscuous cargo
mangling the language of heavy lifting.
polite armor
burying molecules
smothering monks.
If I turn the other cheek
it's because that's where I keep my venom sack.