KILLER WHALE JOURNAL OF POETRY

The Real (&) Romance

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supersymmetry between the
trees and split twigs a
spectacle caught in

my iPhone I am
Roland Barthes in sweatpants seeing
signs and signifiers in

In-N-Out under
Styrofoam cups under menus but not with-
in yr black hole eyes situated

somewhere beyond the
event horizon situated
somewhere on this really

red bench but
you look so cold so I
slip my hand into these animal

fries slip my hand into yr
lap it is soft and composed
mainly of cotton maybe something

synthetic building static slowly
hair raising eyes still solid or
perhaps empty (really nothing?)

+++++++++Samuel Rowe
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