I am Filled with the Fury

of stars and I have known you


but who listens

to you? Even

still there is

no vitality


in your breath.

Be still I advise you

to grow wide to

leave your neighbors

to kill anyone

with your same


first name. Prepare.

We have buried three

stronger than

you. We have made wine


from their voice

box and now we are so

terribly drunk.


–Christine Kanownik

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