Paisley Rekdal, Dear Lacuna, Dear Lard:

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I’m here, one fat cherry
              blossom blooming like a clod,
 
one sad groat glazing, a needle puling thread,
              so what, so sue me. These days what else to do but leer
 
at any boy with just the right hairline. Hey! I say,
              That’s one tasty piece of nature. Tart Darkling,
 
if I could I’d gin, I’d bargain, I’d take a little troll
              this moolit night, let you radish me awhile,
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