OBIT IN AN EDITION OF 100 COPIES.
the clank of a mimeo
machine beats like
two hearts fucking on
the freshly smudged
satin sheets of the
whole word made flesh
just twelve tubes of ink
away from addiction
inside the infamous Small
Press Hotel where we all
died for d. a. levy’s sins
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