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Mama Mada
Paused by Jacq ue lyn Po p e
You can’t live in a trap
but you do, in a trick,
you’re trumped, stumped,
spun to the side.
Meant to be gone, you
persist, by nettle
and scratch, worked
out of whim or words.
Time is a tick, a stop,
a slur, a blind bit
of balance. You can’t
live on what’s elapsed
but you have, run up
in homespun, made up
in lists, hard by the wish
that holds you snared.
Avocado by Am y McCaule y
It’s the most confidential fruit,
though it may not be a fruit at all.
This is the source of its delicious androgyny.
It will part with itself in ways we can’t.
The exterior self and interior self are compatible.
It behaves privately and makes a rich oil.
When the time comes it loosens,
a ripe piece of soap, clean and medicinal.
Its final word is the perfect stone.
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