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Eric Baus

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Eric Baus

Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights, 2014). He teaches at Regis University and lives in Denver, Colorado.

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covered every window in the house with x-rays of my bandaged eye.

"working backwards from the sky" says she follows every fissure until it's
time for the stiches to come out. When something falls you should pick it
up.

"spilled sand and lamplight" has been my sister for a while now.

They say we are slivered
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Venom erupted from the trees when the vital system of the brook reset its serum stem. Can suspended snakes compose a more careless music? Do two detached wings count as an exoskeletal gesture? A hiss is the sound the sky would make if these leaves revived their flight.

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The street grew only strangers. All the faces we were wore slings. An ingrown arena peered out from our sigh. We spread ourselves out to feel the glass in a crowd. We prayed to a dog, then some flies. Our solo was a burning zither, not a kite.

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