I’d like a bunch of un- lit lilacs, please. A lie
lacking malice. A black eye.
I’d like a palacefull. A pool
of lack to lie in. A lilac lacking pull. A slack sleep.
A new rule for lying. A slick slap. I’m a sap
for lilacs—shouldn’t tell you that. I’d rather
unwrap a Cadillac.Jameson Fitzpatrick lives in New York, where he's pursuing an MFA in poetry at NYU.
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