The Average Giraffe
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Something Clever...: December 6th, 2072: Which Is To Say The day was as cold as it was beautiful
Which is to say, it was not much of either.
It was as exciting as any Wednesday
And I was as happy as I ever was with you
Which is to say
It was raining.
This day was the first that your company felt
Like a bed kept freezing
No matter its occupants.
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Forevermore: still to this day The aftertaste
of copper sat boldly
on my tongue, as I
clenched it between
jagged teeth, to conceal
the harsh words begging
to be released from
pursed lips.You never got this
struggle. Instead,
you dropped words
like pennies in a wishing
well, but none of them served
you any kind… -
she cut her lip on
the apology
she practiced in
her sleep (to the sheep)
and hung her[note-to]self
on the bedpostthe fever residue
anticipates
street lamp neon
reflex-shun, shine
shh the spectrum is
seepingdeliberate prism
(prison)oh sure i support you
with my styrofoam
suspension, bridged
cupped
oh how you gaped
(over the gap that was your mouth)we are, we are
put outextinguish
(( x sting wish ))
