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dante & the word
the word is jazz. once upon a time, he
was backstage at a grateful dead show.
he talked about morning metaphors &
the horrors of boredom. 10 years later,
dante is sitting on a rock. he melts
like a clock. a fish flies over his head.
he writes & rewrites his sonnet.
crumples up his paper into a ball.
his writer’s block is so large, it’s massive.
there’s a basketball hoop attached to it.
he tosses his ruined sonnet through it.
kobe! he shouts. he gets lots of practice.
the word is jazz. dante doesn’t know it.
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