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Introduction
"My name is podrigotuma. Once i found a scorpion crimson as a hibernating crawfish, as if a rainbow edged underneath centipedes and unnamable insects sank into low with a flutter," the poem says. "In this cellular dirt and caligraphy of excrement, light is a god headed law and weapon", writes poet Jusef cominaka.