8.4.99, midnite
talking over a recipe
nodding
granted
relief from
guilt
a cage wherein you
often hide yourself
an insipid hindsight
chef's choice
restart
you and father and I
watched the lightning
storm across the lake
he wondered
which
direction it
was moving
towards the
mountains
I say
you agree to seek
professional help
and long second
the
sky shifted shape
colors into end
of day
we kept finding new
places to view it until
as with desperate breath
it was gone
I can't remember
what
works
painted toys
fetching
I blister easily in
new shoes
additives with own name
personal pelvis
I
have something
honeymoon.
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