Outside
today is a good day
for children to practice witchcraft
with twig hairs
Inside
I hear
a goldfish putter
“I love you
we can conquer this
woman to fish”
Remember Mom’s nag
“You really ought to know
if the person you love
is a drunk
or not a drunk”
but I’m not scared
of these cul-de-sacs
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this poem reminds me of james
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