Louis Klee

Peach Scut

On the subject of woodlands, why write what you don’t understand, write lies about landscapes, for four days it rains. I read the books to have read them. I didn’t read them I was moved by the titles, how life …

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A Body Carried in Cars

Now this is a body carried in cars Polished tan by lotions and hair Made to smell Like thistles and sweet Rotting lumber on a pine-forest floor. “I was sketching. I was shifting. Dodging. In brief, poor. But now—” notes …

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