Poem, Heat, Memory, Food, Small Crimes
In The Cold Skin Bin
July 13, 2024
we were made for memory leaks in this heat
our comprehensive pretentions to editicism
vanishing in sweat and nonsense rhymes
eradicating rot by rot each isolated incept point
eventually poking each other in the supermarket
saying three wrong versions of melon ripeness
one right after another, until, breaking rind
our proof is found not to be, and we’re ejected
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