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ANGELAKI journal of the theoretical humanities volume 22 number 2 june 2017 trish salah CROESUS, AT LEAST IN NAME ISSN 0969-725X print/ISSN 1469-2899 online/17/020155-4 © 2017 Informa UK Limited, trading as Taylor & Francis Group https://doi.org/10.1080/0969725X.2017.1322834 155 croesus, at least in name It feels like a dead space right now It escapes the apartment to go downtown Should it steal some sticky buns, a new dress from the thrift shop? If I alter what happened, took it back? “Look, I can pay.” is easily said. It’s on a parade route now dangerous to the stars feigning admiration and eager to request your paperwork. Under steppes, it slides in you know, I know, it knows thieves are the most innocent, again and really feeling it, it tumbles the lids of eyes stone lit again, sun. Most easily, it’s sure, I’m sure – sure as love – complete with poems for my enemy, they’re a hard drive not to be taken. It gets your kicks: 1. The painter of that man, wanderer, marrying everywhere he goes like a wanderer of sex, over writing, rapt. 2. Dear S/m, I am very busy with my stationery. It disremembers you now, dissembles femme now