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ALL THESE VIOLENT...///TYLER

NARRATIVE...///BRADLEY

LUSUS NATURAE///CHEN

PIG IN BOOTS///GAYE

TEXARKANAN///GAYE

SWEEPING...///KLOCKSIEM

EVERYTHING...///KLOCKSIEM

PABLUM///KRAEMER-DAHLIN

AVALON...///LEMKE

BIG RADIO///NARDOLILLI

PEARL...///RIPATRAZONE

THOMAS...///RIPATRAZONE

ONE AND...///THIBODEAU

THE WORST...///THIBODEAU

DRAWINGS///NACE

ART///JONES

BEYER///\\\PATEL

HAWKINS///\\\OLIU

MCKELVEY///\\\RICE

BENDER/\COLUMBUS/\MCSHEA

GABBERT///\\\ROONEY

GEORGE///\\\PINEDA

CONVERSATION

PIG IN BOOTS J. A. Gaye

Someone bought the boots

Sabbatha pockets the disposable
Kodak.
A crank and a greasing to
Echo the ambience, a pearled portrait,

And none of us so mighty as to
Make it rain. Make it sty.

We ungods. Unholy

We fed the animal,
And those of us who smoked did so

Like a chain gang in heat—
The tuftness of it all, the cowlick,

The little art flies
That spattered and feasted on it

Like peppercorns

And then it rained.
And then we took it up

And made it frown.
We made it scowl—
                                Why?
(licks lips)