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ROOTS WERE SO OLD Carrie Lorig & Sara June Woods |
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__ where are there not roots in my t-shirts? what part of the world do they not whine out of? but i don’t know how to squeeze the ones inside of me always. i have a hard time seeing unshattered. russ hears through my soiled and pulls me out solid. collaboration is a different way of forcing the world to marry layers, which the poem already does more often than not. collaboration is a conversation that i want to shake inside of more often than not. you take turns, you get tangled up, you push at the same time, you break the animal in half and wear its body hair. there were all these roots in these poems we made we were trying to get them out trying to find each other inside the root-tunnels. carrie knows all these lightweight secrets that are weird and soggy i am just trying to get my arms around them without them breaking apart. [soup snakes] are every where |