I took my name from the incarnate world.
It clapped us on the forehead and sent us staggering.
It took its name from my barbaric yawn.
We take from each other nothing we own.
A yellow jacket yaws past my car.
Once I yeaned more yeasty days.
The winter’s y-cominge in.

Brian Clements | Mudlark No. 28
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