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David McGimpsey ? Coneflowers like a dirty taffeta, purple daisies like dirt, dirty knobs of phlox, dirtfuck hollyhocks, scarred-up and dead-sauced, stuck in an apartment in a heat wave. What, dear flower, was poetry good for besides putting the capitalist force of college diplomas into the phrase “If you don’t love…
Published on August 30, 2014 12:33