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A-C Bird Jazz "Naked with Summer in my mouth." Strangled whirling of a whistle To breathe here standing up in front of the A-C
It ripples, sputters and yellows, The garlic squats on the shelf, You hold it by the head You pull each rib off this plenteous madame. You lay some sixteen teeth on the cutting board |
Jean-Mark Sens was born in France and educated in Paris. He taught English at the University of Mississippi and holds degrees in English from the University of Southern Mississippi, and Paris VII university, and an Associate in Science in Culinary Arts from Johnson & Wales. He has published poems in various magazines in the U.S. and Canada, including International Poetry Review, Xavier Review, Painted Bride, Whiskey Island, Ariel, Descant, CV2, Queen's Quarterly, Zygote, Mississippi Review, and Weber Studies.
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