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the armtwisted black
licorice, red
and white
revolving
disco lights
explode, tearing
off the arm
that wasn't
twisted
a wounded soldier
couldn't hold
the ad postcards
but in his teeth
couldn't turn
the pages of
the brochure
that describes
the presidential
candidates
too busy to
vote, his toe
on the trigger
an eye on
his wife and
kids
