Poetry, Words
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on the NYT left in my BMW-X5

in Teurel, last week, Victor Barrio was narrow, was San Fermin red, was gored and suffered

 

panic. i’m driving

i stop my car and think (of) the impact.

 

someone called the video porn. another: a moment fleshed

 

in amber,

 

and Hemingway’s turning over in his

 

average

 

grave.

 

somebody should ask him how Pamplona can

triple, because he wrote it so nice.

somebody should record the Spaniards’

 

 

 

shouts.

 

 

 

they call the sport País (country). In English it loses its capitals. In English it conjugates all

 

wrong. i’m driving

i stop my car and think (of) the impact.

 

someone halts their black sedan. another: a worn Harvard

 

sticker,

 

and Barrio’s disturbed in the footbed by

 

the car’s short

 

stop.

 

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