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08/10/2026

DH Reed

After Eleven O’Five

We need you to take a calzone.
Half.
It’s not just you.
Half’s a bit much.
Rip a bit.

Damn, did you wash your hands first?

Guess it’s porn now.

Tomatoes and basil
won’t nuke rhinovirus.

Did you grab Pedialyte?

No, I’m still going to eat it, bro.

Hungry as hell.

 

Pure Without Time

 

hold onto light

 

UNIVERSE I FALL

 

Heart from ETERNITY

 

TOUCH YOUR CHEEK

LET SHADOW DISAPPEAR

 

PUPILS DARK

BURN BRIGHT

 

GO ON BABY

 

questions hazy

 

BOTTLE ROCKET EYES

 

burning poems when you're done

 

Somewhere in the reds I see you

 

between embers

soot iris stares me down

 

Encircle Game

 

Move. Move. Go.

 

No handicap.

 

Advantages.

 

I can see only safe connections.

 

I don’t see how you’ll encircle everything.

 

Divide and divide. Stuck in ko.

 

Ponds of defeat.

 

Eyes flare you aim to play love next, but I already suck at this.

 

Reset the board.

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