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ANTHEM
by Ariana Reines

I am a mart in the dog and look, here's some merchandise. I am a mart in the dog. Aye.

Being a mart in the dog is like being a world: overstated.

Do you know what love is if you are a mart in a dog. You sell Hoodsies and cigarettes and lotto tickets. You are real.

Do you know what a dog is if you are trapped inside of him.

Everything is part of something.

I am part of something because my life is so stupid.

Being a mousse made of stars  in the night that I want to feel is being too because I am gluey like a girl.

I even am a girl. Wow, fuck me.

Being a night inside of the mouth of a loved boy. Red black and shiny teeth with a tongue. The word of a loved boy has sense.

In mart where there are newspapers  and burnt coffee all night long, bic pens in a jar, scratch tickets and pornography, everything's ok. I am not the nice man in the mart I am the mart itself, which is inside of a dog who would love me by instinct except he doesn't know I am inside of him and a mart isn't an I.

Infinity has got to become mine so that I can know which way to turn, so that I can know in what direction something like morning is breaking.