one poem by AJ Stoughton

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The Past


I am in a gear habit

A shaolin subway

A repeater tax on

all cells: spreadsheet,

jail, my whole living

shit. I said chat I need

some unknown virtues.

What are the undiscovered

vortices of my moral life?

Association; Association

football, soccer, soccer

calamity, chat said we used

to have stampedes in this country.

People died for way less.

There was lead everywhere.



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Andrew Judson Stoughton is the founding editor of New Mundo, a small press based in New York and Buenos Aires focused on hemispheric American literature. His first book, Like a Hand Carved from a Shell, is forthcoming from Beautiful Days Press. He splits his time between Jackson Heights and Buenos Aires.

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