Jarrard, Kyle

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I said. It sure has, and he smiled and said, real loud: Who wants some more of that coconut cake, mama.Get these boys some more of your fine cake.And up she jumped as he hit the zapper for something else.We've got a dish, he said. We can watch just about anything that's on in the whole wide world. You got that where you live?Grandma had started snoring. Then in came the cake.TRASH: 2Take all the waste of my body and of my mind and gather it in one place.How much would there be? How many wadded poems? How many steak bones and beer bottles? Imagine the particular smell.—  Kyle JarrardSuresnes FranceGHAZAL: HOUDINIDriving alone somewhere in the Midwest. Thunderclouds breaking on the fields' edges.I wash developer across the paper, only the outline of your face emerges.frogs suction to my window. Small red hearts pound through the thin film of belly.18

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