Subjugato.

Is it just me, or has spam really become more poetic all of a sudden?

“subjugato,” by Rosangela Rubino

(seems to know anything about. The more I discover about it — the more it)

station twelve in two minutes. We are now in parking orbit.

One minute heavy stakes
into the ground with sledgehammers,
backed by the thud of I had no idea.

What do we want to do? As I said –
   it’s time for a decision. Do we all

In a moment, I equivocated — and stopped dead.
For I had suddenly rolling up my face.
   Collecting there. Dropping

The double image flickered and became one.

blow, then away again.

(apparently all of the same individual from what I could see as we strict policy of noncommunication. However it was photographed when)

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