bullet spray
missed today, failed to
liquidate the comma
that would eat fresh
children. never mistake
the twenty
he dropped
for just any old piece of
sweet jane on repeat,
tangling the sheets
latched stalls
innocent shins
fumes rise unbidden,
splash. distracted
by fountains
bird traffic.
pray, steel armor plate, please
would you
with the
coffee klatch or the clam bake
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