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A quarterly international literary journal

graveyard



By Robin Gow


/ Poetry /

graveyard is the whole apartment building

& inside of the refrigerator & inside of every cupboard.

we put shovels to sleep. tune televisions for dirt.

decomposition. worms write hieroglyphs. beetles advertise.

i bought an electric graveyard & a self-service graveyard.

the dead have instagram accounts. are selling

robot therapy. tell me, do you remember your first death?

mine was behind glass. loss of blood & fingers.

the highway opens its perennial wounds. neon graveyard.

lover graveyard. gas station graveyard. a neighbor died

last night & the ambulance had graveyard lights.

i scrolled in my graveyard. then, slept in my graveyard.

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