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
Thursday, March 31
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