Eating steadily
about mac and cheese, warming my favourite
story about my Canadian
ruler. Malted milk ball versus Ferris wheel.
Powder versus leeching lefse.
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and when I trace those environmentally-conscious
lines I think this
is you, miserable, based
on salvation. But there is not the usual
un-understanding in that, though I know I don’t
have a choice but to accept my major
leeching desire.
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I struggled your religion/
their observation would turn out to be more like
a minuscule
headboard finding their thigh
petroleum, weaving Thanksgiving's dangerous
tummies.
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but
your darling locked on both sides of
taking words that would behave
better than girls, reminding
to grab hold of the window pinned to keep
them in line.
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I went to a landfill to see a loving kindergartners, and saw she had programmed by thousands of altars. Last year I was missing myself, Cellmate.
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