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Garden of Y

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1.
bull 02:40
. . . bull is lying on the ground his fur is grey his eyes are brown the matador he wipes his hands and blows a kiss to all his fans a trail of smoke tailing me; i hear your voice humming endlessly a charging bull doesn't think twice he doesn't pause or blink his eyes- the present is a gift to him tomorrow is a distant thing a trail of smoke tailing me; i hear your voice humming endlessly
2.
clay 03:08
watch the angel walk away; even he has feet of clay look on his face - its a look of dismay no pretty face could keep hound dogs at bay look on his face of gold
3.
jasper 02:30
see jasper in his bowl theres a world beyond that glass he doesn’t know there’s a peace he’ll never find; i feel like jasper sometimes. but jasper's sleeping on the stones as for me I make my head my only home; i am a hand thats letting go i am the troubled tao of d'oh and like jasper, my vision isn’t clear and like jasper, my home isn’t here and like jasper, I’m aimless and confused and like jasper, I’m stuck in here with you
4.
teeth 02:48
one tooth says to the next one, "do you know how to tie tongues? this Mouth has too much to say he gives his teeth a bad name." next one responds to the tooth, "your words are valid and true but Mouth will say what it wants these lips bow down to no one." i watch the bird go flying my hands remain just trying you live your life like a dance i fix the holes in my pants i clamor in confusion i feel your hands and lose them you bite your lip (i bite my tongue)
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rattlesnake 04:32
in bed with a rattlesnake, kissing the hand that takes and takes, always wanting always hungry water the soil and hold the fruit in your hands someday away from harm, someday you’ll sleep in loving arms without worry without shame - you’ll know love’s name water the soil and hold the fruit in your hands . . .

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flute by Molly Crerand

art by my mother, Claudia

all else by Gabriel García-Leeds
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dedicated to Elena and her children

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released December 7, 2018

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