BRENT BECHTEL

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WE NEVER CONTRIBUTE TO CAPACITY

And I fraternized with the mothball
exiting your coitus

Errors of the limbs and throat
tares and sensations of doubt

The number of your street
written on my right hand

Doings and echoes or
instructions on a printed map

Expatriate signatures on
the key to my night night inn

Guess my entrance greeting
with terriers and Thanatos?