Garrett Caples Poems

the madder runs
like blood
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the desire to show is destruction
in lessons forgot before learned
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the trapdoor is closed; am finite again, but a moment ago—levitation!
purple lights the bluewater bridge turned on the oil-
black river st clair became fuel for the nightfishers there
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as a child back in ohio
they gambled for my toys
they loaded up a pick up truck
with my relatives and tore
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