you drink me a sip, you be careful,
my white Paula rose, incapable of shutting up
you pause for four seconds before you say,
“Ever.”
you stop saying,
“Fascinating”
you stop saying,
“Village.”
Paula in the stacks, in the
CRUSHED AND DISTILLED ESSENCES
you and Steven have your yellow shirts,
please tell us dreams of suburban big beds & tall boy cans in the sheets.
my tinged Paula shark, you’ve changed in the snacks—
it’s amazing what animal parts can do.
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