Report from a Hammock, with a Peach, Outside of the Library
I saw a floating sheep and there you were nestled in mohair
peeking out at some sky some cake-filled sky
cut from the muscles of a woman
Drive Thru
with the starter fluid sucked out and the explosions
we tweak while we wait
you put the car in drive
and I hull
full foot force forward
into James Drive with its perverts and explosions
sails out and whales
when from underneath the sea
the baby cries and breaks
into a rash
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