H.M. Gordy

Three

I.

a cannery of faces
seals by machine   automated

       peas and carrots
       and truffles

              boiled

       in a laughing-gas of air


II

by the numbers   LOVE

a galloping psychedelia
throws out colors

       none as red
       as we are deeply red

none as white

as flowers

in our mouths


III

having fun at the beach
drowning


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