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Sunday, July 15, 2012

poor circus

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you must not like my plums {they're always left on the tree}

    the word fog wants to sound heavy
perhaps-
        you experience an embarrassment
        departing from the logic of language

the side of things we aren't allowed to mean
    prevents our dancing
somewhere             around the door
                of your face or
                belly's bottom
you find yourself where you are
braving the alarms.












Chelsea Tadeyeske is a balloon that cannot be popped, an evening spooked with sunshine. Her first chapbook, heeldragger, is forthcoming in June 2012 through Plumberries Press. She is one fourth of the all-female poetry collective the Velvet In Between and currently resides in Milwaukee.

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