a superhero who forgets.
a bag of chips, Family Size.
a feast of flies buzzing my name.
a mundane Monday.
a loping coyote crying for flesh.
a box of wings w/out weight.
a diet of treats.
a griot drinking a calabash song.
a knife-sharpened tongue.
a bone bruised blue.
a tonsor trimming locks once loved.
a guillotine longing for necks.
a head pickled in a jar.
But here we are, you and I, here we are.
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