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Hibbing

by Merridawn Duckler

If all art is indigenous

then how did you come up with that picture

and if all pictures are helpless

then why am I sitting on your stoop

and if all stars are dying

then when does my brother listen at my periphery

while our other brother says:

"I was a fabricator since the day I was conceived"

and, later, when we cinch hands and dance,

each of us passes an exact spot

where the other once stood.