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A Poem by Robert Fernandez

by Robert Fernandez
January 24th, 2019

Drain

Drinking,
are you?
Are you
like a gun,
are you?
What toy
lemon rests
in your chest?
What lemon,
what light,
little Lorca
of shoehorns?
What taste
your tongue
grips? What
owls flexing
little bones,
bones of
mice, rabbit?
What fleas?
What day’s
over?
What, you
will teach them?
How when
the red
hockey mask
of the sun
follows you
and you
flower?
How gaze?
How lie?
How bring up
the depths?
How unsheathe
the rainbow?
How travel
home?

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