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Fete They were scheduled for an intimate appearance This was typical behavior, a cloud coming into him, the stench of their dresses, And he knew that the sudden jag of laughter red front parlor they were finally undressing themselves quick, come with us, we will show you. and he held out his hand and he held out his hand and the cloud kissed the other, only the crones were worth caring for. and feeling that you had not been there, The Cantons Well I saw the vestige of cicada on cicada as I walked. something smooth, innocuous as shots of ether. black as night owing to the oil it was covered with. I tapped my good needle back into my vein in the city I walked in and skipping back into the valley Then I felt the fingers of my flush right hand David Kutz-Marks holds an MFA from Columbia University. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in Kenyon Review Online, Ozone Park Journal, Tryst, and elsewhere. Kutz-Marks lives in Dunmore, Pennsylvania, and teaches at King's College and Marywood University. contact |
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