from the Dogs
(part 3)
Joshua Marie Wilkinson

Our publican smokes at the entry, standing with
a fieldmouse:

his song somehow
rhyming lead shortening
lard & peony

a carrier of lice
to rid a king
of his washers

sky’s winding
sheet a
lukewarm pill

The ocean floor is slower than it looks.

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