i am pausing in the closet hanging up the tomorrowfeet steps into the elsewhere starving all the hangers and strangers washing their nostrils with surprise and i was like and she was like oh and then he was like no way and i was like get out of this dealio and so they did
anyway there were habits jumping into dens again and again the friends of the sisters of misters and missus bliss us and our napkins clapping hands and crumbs and yum we say and hooray today there are no reruns just free suns to share and care in varied paces the races we win and the spin and the tin-rin-rin all along the whatever hmm
so then there was this time and another time but then we lost the dimes and the connection cut off so scoffing at the calendar we slipped out through the colander and strained our brains in the drain until all the fresh was left
right behind the paradigm shift the twisty tie cried out for closure and there it was
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