09 May 2018

soft parachutes


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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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