john mortara
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this face intentionally left blank / this face no-longer of service due to recent budget cuts / these hands are on vacation / this is the out-of-office message you receive when you try to get in touch with my hands / these feet: Payable On Delivery / Dead On Arrival / Missing In Akron, Ohio / in Acton, MA / this finger / that fingernail / this other fingernail / this other finger / this toenail is a Never / these eyelashes can't vote without quorum / every law dies in this house because my eyelashes just sit and wait / this ear? / whatever / this other ear? / seems like the first one / fingernail? / fingernail again? / calcium deposit swimming in a lake of stupid / reminds me of elbow / of bruise underneath kneecap and scratching at the scalp / i disgust me / this heart doesn't exist because it hasn't been declassified or requested through the freedom of information act / i'm sorry / there's a process / there's paperwork / this heart is the secret source of all our [redacted] / these lips are chapped with deft derailment / my throat is the product of a think-tank recently tasked with devising the most effective non-answer to your question / this whole body has decided to discontinue its employment with me / it wasn't an easy decision to make / the last 27 years have been very rewarding / these molars need greener pastures |
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JOHN MORTARA is a confused ghost forgotten under your couch cushion. john mortara is a sad unicorn somehow surviving Boston. their interactive fiction book 'small creatures / wide field' is available through theNewerYork Press and their debut full-length poetry collection 'some planet' is now available from YesYes Books. john mortara is the poet laureate of FEELING VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. john mortara thinks they might be in like-like with you. more weird at johnmortara.com
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