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             "The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats" by Michael Giardina

Even during--even if it during

Popovich pushed past pastel where
Friday's palate the taste of plastic on cloth
damp paper left folded the crowd in cubicles
along the rails my thighs reached out drying close
a glove to the hand in lines of ladies with cigarettes
charcoal stiffening between a charge wired
to a pen doctor swelling lips slit kissing on her porch
the albino pooch its skin torn like a glove up and
into the canal where she started the water running
in the sink hair stretching into the greyhound's teeth
its skin risking the impact it had taken