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by Merridawn Duckler
If all art is indigenous
then how did you come up with that picture
and if all pictures are helpless
then why am I sitting on your stoop
and if all stars are dying
then when does my brother listen at my periphery
while our other brother says:
"I was a fabricator since the day I was conceived"
and, later, when we cinch hands and dance,
each of us passes an exact spot
where the other once stood.