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from THE ABYSS OF HUMAN ILLUSION

Mundane things, pitiful in their mundane assertiveness, their sad isolation. Kraft French dressing, glowing weirdly orange through its glass bottle, a green glass bowl of green salad, a bottle of Worcestershire sauce, its paper wrapper still on.

Tragic Strip

Did You Fart, Mommy?

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The Brooklyn Rail

FEB 2010

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