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Monday, May 16

ripe in a paper bag

an apple collapsed
in upon the core
sauce is the pulp for
poison seeds at center lie theology
teaches about bitter
dividends the promise of fruit
that does not fall
far from the tree
unless loaded on flatbed trucks
and driven west to east
the garden of heathen

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