VINYL POETRY
Volume 1, August 2010
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Andrea Cohen
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Garnish
Parsley sprig or melon wedge next to the fried eggs. Someone says: hold the garnish, it’s a waste, and the waitress refuses to serve him. As if the kiss at the nape of the neck could be loaded onto scales, weighed and measured.