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41 A-C Bird Jazz Naked with Summer in my mouth. —Al Purdy Strangled whirling of a whistle bird of metal electric, vent trapped Freon controlled it twirls a cool whiff in my barren office summer in my mouth reprieve against the heat my hair, wet capping my skull To breathe here in tinglings to the very end of my skin tremolo shrills in the unit feel me naked against the cold sung air throated out in stuttering chirps the thermostat cuts off standing up in front of the A-C my body one block over 70% humidity isotope sweat/water archeologists will date us with carbon 14 by a trace of breathed Freon death ferments laced with ammonium and lead 42 For now I pedal home Summer’s darkness a thin breeze cooling under my shirt ...

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