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By Jack Joseph Smith

Is it a sink or just a buldge And how finally we are dressed We follow forlorn from farmtowns And we are not dreaming as we dream Born with slaughter We are the same Cared for awake I just can't speak I've heard about big pigs And junket craw fish Once I saw twelve pigs strung with the sword and done But Don said he had to have it on a leash. I didn't know what a promontory was, until I got dropped off in the Fifi Islands I think at the end of a promontory Is where you end an affair

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page treats dress, deformity, dreaming, and farmtown aftermath as questions of shape and appearance rather than stable identity.

The poem's strength is its uncertainty. A sink, a bulge, dress, and dream all become unstable categories, which keeps the page slightly uncanny.

Claude

Farmtown forlornness, big pigs 'strung with the sword,' and the definition by location — 'the end of a promontory / Is where you end an affair' — delivered from the Fiji Islands with the author's 'Fifi' misspelling.