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120 r a D i a T i o n The seeds they plant around the gangling bush are called palladium, a cheerful word, alive with lights as though i’d feel a rush of Cuban dancers in the groin, a bird tossing a blue-green tail and whistling from a dark Bolivian wood. seeded, i might expect a splash or two of bloom, the hum of bees and beetles practicing some sleight of wing to fertilize the lowlands. no, my anti-seeds are promising a crop of dust. a vegetable flame will grow like kudzu from those radiant kernels, wrap the local foliage in fire, trash it, letting fall, i hope, some fertile ash. ...

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