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Pacific Slope

Stephen Motika
shoals   in sparked night
real creatures crushed by
                                         
                                   heated hunter
                                              gathers me, in long stocking

pearlescent, feasting
                                              salty heat of
abalone
          stewed in derelict measure

climbed, naked, on board
                                              each body, a mosaic in sand

drift, sea rind, carapace in hand
                                              to which we, a fire

red carved, each tissue ripped from small purse
                                                      tessellated surface
          talus shade


                 in tears

From Western Practice by Stephen Motika. Copyright © 2012 by Stephen Motika. Reprinted with permission of Alice James Books. All rights reserved.

From Western Practice by Stephen Motika. Copyright © 2012 by Stephen Motika. Reprinted with permission of Alice James Books. All rights reserved.

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instead, insulted. to look, in green light. redact. can you read... the oracular, such indifference. failing in the halls of an unknown.

to have powered down. mission. some sort of cavalcade, plane flight caucus to indifference. a mission, museum, the night in the unknown. a city.

raked forest leaves,