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complete and carefully constructed waves. we can talk about them, we can talk about anything we want (or don't) at all but what

ecstasy

(what?) could any of our words possibly mean when matched with collarbones, long-sleeves, more broken glass in an[other] kitchen not without each and of their own problems or candles or ashtrays or work cancellation calls travel cash coffee runs? (I hate all my talk.) run. run. burning post-war charred lungs atop a wet sidewalk. ...and when I'm caught back, trapped in your acquisitions and rations on mornings like these? wait. oh, time. I'm just calculating the check-ins of terrors made of film and nothingness through my champagne filled belly in the scarcely noticed dark.

a highway of garbage mountains and summer sunset

split white paint and expansive slick and fuzzy grey (as told to me by the greats: the Bukowski's; The Burroughs'; and, of course, all The Freewheelin' Bob's; my father in a 1978 gunmetal Cadillac. the raised handwriting of the beast glamorous to seven year old eyes) tenuous and too sore to be tense my breath is full of organic overpriced grapes and the salt of guilty pleasures and, still. how thrilling it is, to pretend to live on garbage mountain (no longer nor shorter than a story on a thirty two dollar drive) poems by Sarah Miniaci

Profile for Burner Magazine

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

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