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title: 1 Poem by <NAME>
author: <NAME>
category: issue1
date: 2016-02-10
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since the turn, i have been making ready to move on

the ground & my teeth being brittle

when i sense i am coordinating i punch myself in the stupid face

& cannot master anything, even helplessness

if you read this poem out loud i will crumple like a galaxy

& ascend to your zone & you were somehow expecting

it’s been a long year clawing at my throat

there was an inchworm on my kneecap escaping from somewhere

i learned that i am a neuron

have got to drink water & share with the plant

& light candles & kiss things

& keep trying to calculate the sum of my damage

there are no symbols

all things are simple until they are not

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<NAME> is the 17 yr old author of [This is a Room Where You Wait for New Language](https://gumroad.com/l/newlanguage) (Ghost City Press, 2015) and [BECOME DEATH or Atomic Rain on the Shoulders of Atlas](http://maudlinhouse.net/product/become-death-or-atomic-rain-on-the-shoulders-of-atlas/) (Maudlin House, 2016). He lives in West Virginia. Find him on [tumblr](http://luis-neer.tumblr.com) and [twitter](https://twitter.com/luisneer).
