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Bethany W Pope

Hippocampus and Amygdala The water of Lethe is clear and sweet — You don’t need to remember the barn, or the closet. A draught of the past will reduce you to meat, Pounded blood-and-bone, steaming on hay. Treat Trash like … Continue reading

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Bethany W Pope

Two poems No Exit Little girl, what are you looking for in the dusty corners of this barn? Something clean, something new, an unlocked door Leading away from him, his blood-edged shovel, and sour sperm dripping from the hind-parts of … Continue reading

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Bethany W Pope

See Spot Run Just a quick metal prick and the ending began. A swift sluice of death lunged toward your heart, propelled by the beat beat beat of blood through veins that seemed implacable until it stopped. Your Dalmatian pelt … Continue reading

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