Y. Counts
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The MoonA Poem by Y. CountsThe moon finally saw me tonight. It’s eye escaped the darkness and blindly sought me, alone. Standing. Looking. And it brought with its gl.. |
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The OnionA Poem by Y. CountsIt is the me that is not me. It's the sack of myselves that I pack so heavy. I invent all my look-alikes and complain how they pretend to be me... |
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The Mythology of the BodyA Poem by Y. CountsThe body is a myth. We believe in its clocklike stance and its recipes for self-cures. (it's deep winds and it's subtle flutters) We know it's one.. |
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