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Splattered Lyrics
poem by Carol LaForet
art by Jesse Bretthorst
Curved like a swan’s
neck, your song
extends across New Jersey,
one phrase crowding
the next until like
splattered lyrics
it falls in dollops around
my feet. The words
reflect each other,
so sensual that no one
can turn away.
I know what comes next -
a seaside captures
compensation, my freedom
for your performance.
Greed is not solely
at fault; I am far too
inclined to listen.
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