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The night before driving to the mountain,
you want, very much, to be clean.

We knew some of it was sculpture,

In the building all’s being built in:

Whenever I eat porridge or drink tea.

Prose

By Josh Luckenbach

“I do think it’s a poet’s job, a writer’s job, an artist’s job, to name what often goes unnamed; to render the familiar absurd.”—stevie redwood

“Like someone history whispers about.”

“I want to start with the question of legacy, the present.”

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