PAULING THOROW
plum wrung + stealing time
crawling in my high regard
curled in the curve of the slab
head on the lip
you millipede you vulture
i try for you
i scrape and callous
open and quiet
gone and forever
of course i do
you boy you rain curtain
something on the organs, part blooming
wedge rattler, rose menace
mail jail and the portrait of nothing getting through
overture and the garden of full animal
what’s my fossil raisin flooding
what sits on the rock part blooming
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this fog juice tennis
something on the way to my thoughts to you
strung of note and tossed
pursuits of room
not in broad kitchen light
my anechoic sweetness
could i say this out loud
the angle, the excess
of warm authority
to understructure. worldless
i played dumb against the spiral
the apparatus that jams it, not for me
moves in vision’s whispers
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Pauling Thorow is a legal worker, sound recordist, shy mess. They studied trans political theory at the CUNY Grad Center and now live in Montana for no reason.