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Dominique Bechard
May 5, 2014
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I know nothing about mining, but am
from a mining town, have listened to the men
snowball space for eighteen years,
cultivate houses
and children
and four-wheelers
in the spun out jade vines
of their palms.
I think I am a corpse flower
with a caustic rafflesia smell,
an entire rootless paradise
in my mouth.

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Filed Under: Shorthand, Spring 2014 Tagged With: Dominique Bechard, poetry, Shorthand

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