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Thursday, March 31

no damping

oranges as big as they get
grown on trees as big as they get
gnashed by teeth as flossed as they get
get me to the sleepy bye impules
like a cat out of water
or a honey bee out of air
the smiles of yesterday shift to my eyes of tomorororrorrow
sitting cross-leggedly on the hard floor, having
to give up my seat to perfect, no imperfect, strangers
in my own home
like a bat out of hell
like an angel out of heaven
or like a seal out of ice
like a gelatin out of hoof

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