Two Poems by Phil Cordelli and Brandon Shimoda |
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THERE IS A FACE BETWEEN Let’s make for the river, let’s crouch to peel, transplant this sickness;
THERE IS A FACE BETWEEN A loosening body, Coming unattached Go get your sister at the end tasting on the woody side returns to find too much And in this betrayal of one's own the convictive forms of how they're twinned A hood of taking inches in the back of bodily memory of first and final release, a hinge between us Back
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