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i know, you told me to put the food away
i watched you pretzle your lips
in undulating mystic contemplation
of my fat bellied glistening failings
right before you expectorated
my coffee stained name
and shook your head
there is no zen between us here
in the messy kitchen where we cook our meals
only the hopeless despair that comes from being mine.
I meditated on that for a half-hour before I went to bed.
in undulating mystic contemplation
of my fat bellied glistening failings
right before you expectorated
my coffee stained name
and shook your head
there is no zen between us here
in the messy kitchen where we cook our meals
only the hopeless despair that comes from being mine.
I meditated on that for a half-hour before I went to bed.
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