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Chip Livingston

Las llamadas

jealousy leads me to the parade
applause to the boot shuffle


a heart off         a heart on
summoned by my interweaving

a pendant against the extended dancer
I twirl the flag         I kiss the leather sequined jewel


I shimmy off the hundredth so-called imperfection

my headdress is a kind of production
erect and eager tongues


stilt-walking a fault line
the tame curtsy a red herring


I take a knee
skating time and light


a tongue on
                  (until the hold is believed)
                                                            a tongue off
boom cha cha cha
boom cha cha cha ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta


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