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Knar Gavin
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​L'autre Monde
I give my information life. 
I give my information death.

I give my information 
and they take it away. 

Alienated? I prefer mediatized. 

I've gone to that other world. 
I'm given to that other world. 

My flying ships are endless. 
My flying, without end.
Money Jugs
This water under my skin
is not a forever water. 

It expends
through tiny holes
above the vapor slits
out from the croc canals
of the pomegranate river 
or else runoff from the Cis-effusive 
mountain – more all, dropsical wellings. 


My sweat is saline now. Salt lick, 
then lapped. I hate the television waves,
lapping my grain. I hate the Teflon 


that bastes the jewels
of my waters. I'm a new millenium, 
what are you? Have you forgiven 
the tabloids yet? 


No one was supposed to know 
about our serpent mother, 
about where all of the eggs went. 


Memory has forgotten to smear 
the blood trail again.


In my next life, I'll leave truth
prints on everything, take 
my ontos of contagion 
and proffer it to the world.


KNAR GAVIN attended the Iowa Writers' Workshop and she currently teaches and studies at Syracuse University. Knar's recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry, Birdfeast, Bayou, Print-Oriented Bastards and Heavy Feather Review. You can visit her at tropopausing.com.
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