you could wake up pleading
for stuff
interrogating heat
forming airport friendship
swollen head
volleyball frosting in your
cooking pot helmet begging
doomsday
overcame, but the game hatched
stuff, too – the vending machine’s
father chortled
crayon outtakes
like kryptonite to your feet
charting the land with a clubfooted
compass, buying things like wonder
outtakes
ending up with
stuff, a lifestyle fed on life cereal
dementia learns faster and looks
ahead over its espresso:
a floppy disk sketch comedy
the coin dropped into the
argyle sweater vest
stitched shut in pump dispenser
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