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You worry language and drama-splicing . . .

the abracadabra-ness of the day

as Walmarteers stuffed with colorways

bottleneck roundabouts . . .

It's summer . . . waters are being tested . . .

You’ve streamed the beaches with an eye on binge-reading

the short stories in the Canon

beginning with John Cheever's The Swimmer

starring Burt Lancaster as Ned Merrill

in skin tight trunks

swimming across the county

in neighbors' pools

but it's fragmenting because Burt

is throttling a steam locomotive in The Train

which pit him as French Resistance-member Paul Labiche

against German Colonel Franz von Waldheim

played by Paul Scofield,

who is trying to move stolen art by train to Germany . . .

In the final scene

von Waldheim stays with the derailed train

crammed with crates labeled with the names of artists . . .

Labiche appears . . .

Von Waldheim mocks Labiche as artless . . .

Labiche shoots von Waldheim . . .

Percy Shelley and his wife Mary

a wild-eyed young redhead

backpack stuffed with Frankenstein

enter as if on cue . . .

the lone and level sands stretching far away . . .

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You insist you can be more than a swinger of birches . . .

You've had your fill of adult playpens

popping up in motion-sickness modules

of deconstructed shopping malls . . .

The oppressive heat forces you to chill

in the supermarket’s frozen food section

brimming with memoirists

collecting empties for eternity's sake . . .

It's all part of someone's master plan . . .

you're sure of it . . . despite fashionistas

shadowing you with shoulda woulda couldas . . .

The takeaways, yes, the takeaways, remain dicey . . .

And why is that? . . .

Surely the director allowed ample opportunity

for whatever directors allow ample opportunity for . . .

Film Studies 101 is about to stream The Turin Horse . . .

Do you think you're ready? . . .

Aneta Ivanova

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Augustine pockets pears and spills beans

in thirteen books

the self merely source material

a lost wax process for the staging of bigger questions . . .

Cezanne paints his apples

and rewrites the laws of perspective . . .

logorrhea is a masturbatorially public act . . .

The endeavor complicates . . .

one word follows another

not as its sequel but as its unmaking . . .

You distort . . . intentionally . . . unintentionally

and become enamored of your own engagement . . .

your own autofiction . . .

You roll out virtual howitzers

and execute reams of legal pads

hopscotching metaphors

on lines of macadam

awaiting wait staff for today's specials . . .

How to make it so to seem doable

especially now with summer people

collecting shells of happiness

drifting offshore

in and out of doors and into whitewashed rooms

unencumbered by a mind of winter . . .

You, like them, are shaped by resistance

tucking sheets . . .

pulling them into neat corners

while the commute slows

dropping morning news anchors . . .

Aneta Ivanova