in the meantime
let's keep our lettuce between our teeth
the wreaths on the door have long since rung out
bring carrot sticks no celery she's allergic once in a while
there are smiles worth miling for
there are mills spilling over into silkworms
squirm with discomfortable thoughts
who ought to take such liberties
are these universities paid in bulk
where have all the cupcakes come from
the rummy cards snatched from tight thumbs
humming all the aces wild/ jacks piled into the corner
this room is not zoned for people
this steeple is much too deep
let the seeping logs fry their own roots
for they have none
their bristles are twisting in the breeze
the nevermind memo pads flashing blank whites
tighter than a thesis this is developing in color
looking backward stealing the language
twisting from my tongue the warm brown syllables
richness of spices and tomatoes
warm flour tortillas for shaking hands
colors in a colossal plate served piping ripe
there are tastes here i have not acquired
the ovens i won't like have yet to be fired
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