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Virus
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[48] V I RU S Predictable derby dance: the catch, the toss, the glide down your sleeve to a glove. Between acts, nausea, vertigo, sighting the horizon rebellious as the Bounty. You preen like a stainless steel kettle full of steam and about to whistle. Verbal, your ill-mannered mouth full of dead cow, you test my skin’s density with tales of women who threw their bodies downhill like Jill. I chew and chew in desperation the bread in front of me hoping to restore the world before this night, but there’s the scent of new leather, and once again the present’s stolen by the past with a flag’s neat triangle, the blast of taps. ...