Poem, Cat, Food, Not Actually Religion, Reaction Mass 6lbs, Meow, Doom
Wet Paint
December 20, 2024
to a certain extent, everything is burning
reactions taking place, energy released
which does not mean the cat, technically on fire
is doing anything right, trailing foul smoke
layering quasi-religion upon unhappy surfaces
benedicting my eggs in passing, a breakfast
now utter broken, beholden to stenches
we’d rather benched, and benches
we now need signs for
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