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STRIPPED TO THE NOUN; READY FOR REBUILDING You attempt beauty, a poor indication. The responses create more questions. My family knows the equation. we take a loan we work the land I say ‘we’ elsewhere I should say ‘me’. My home, they hate it. Dead flowers grace the lawn, stucco creates uneven surfaces. Bits of my reflection in the wood, the veneer.A forest fell And they plant trees in the city. Oh, you’ll try more east? STRIPPED TO PUNCTUATION; READY FOR REBUILDING . . ? ? ? ? ? ? . , . . , . , . . " ? ?"
STRIPPED TO THE NOUN; READY FOR REBUILDING
You attempt beauty, a poor
indication. The responses
create more questions.
My family knows the equation.
we take a loan
we work the land
I say ‘we’
elsewhere I should say ‘me’.
My home, they hate it.
Dead flowers grace the lawn, stucco
creates uneven surfaces. Bits of my
reflection in the wood, the veneer.
A forest fell
And they plant trees in the city.
Oh, you’ll try more east?
. . ? ? ? ? ? ? . , . . , . , . . " ? ?"
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What is the sum of 8 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.