1. The First Day Cubette manacled, beslackedand boringbuttoned to the neck,flogging freeways towards debtless hope –I’ll be cubed like cheap ham at a salad bar,smiling behind circuited gallows,noose in a half Windsor,not without doldrumming dress heelstyping into sterile carpentry.Hairsprayed stare to spread bullshit like butter,one foot on the bottom rung,the other in quicksand security,I folded like…

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