Prose Poem
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This is not a poem
He uses his post-post-modern perspective to deconstruct the new aesthetic. It’s no longer about gender; it’s about synapses. Her emotions are binary, randomly generated. He lights her heart afire with disposable flame. Ablaze, she liftsher arms and twirls like a figure skater. The ashes shape themselves into an egg. All his friends are virtual. These… Continue reading

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