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CLOVERED OHMS Minus fled the river when the current sprouted dust. I walked in circles so the powdered clouds would pass. Iris called back, pronounced herself out. Walked back to her feet. Amended. As if she’d been cured in a salty brook. As if eggshells glossed the inverse of her skin: For the migratory door, there is no such thing as East. Clovered ohms accrued in her place. 2 ...

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