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209 Summer 2012: Poetry
Glazed Peyote Crème Brûlée
The scavenged tin hovels and wet pits of desert dwelling skags seem deserted save for the encircling shadows of bulimic buzzards. And hanging from the sprigs of thistles are toothbrush plastic rosary beads