You appeared
as carrot cake--
fish thoughts buried
in your flour and fiber.
Only I was laughing, playing
out the high
comedy. It's like
an architecture, really.
We strew the lines
with whatever
material we can fluster
into joining.
No. It's like great laundry
blowing in a black and white
wind. Almost slow mo.
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