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a bad sonnet’s good as a good one
to the poet sluttiest of all artists
the house metaphorically burnt down
so she turned herself into the house
I
think you have a talent
for describing food which
is not actually a talent
as food practically describes itself
at least compared to a hundred other sarah’s out there
I spent my birthday with her she
spent hers with me
mostly
on purposeful coincidence
one
conversation leaves another
conversation
walks in I’m headed
to the intersection of costco
and community college my
citations lie everywhere
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