there are diamonds on the toilet paper
4 o’clock is just a muck of stray soft words to be sunk in
ice-cube recitals happen in a fishbowl beneath the kitchen table
the sky cloudlessly escapes without a heart attack
a fortune in nickels
a ballet of pencils
traces of watertight worlds glum under glass
shelf life leads to untested warranties
playing it safe like being outwardly ordinary
the refrigerator is hording cold
keep lollygagging until it’s too late
there will still be rainwater in the sunflower juice
when the plaster heals cracks in the overthrown
because separation is natural
and everyone goes repairing to the bar eventually
flash pasteurized with beer and prayers
humbled into a safe retreat
a here
that’s never quite here enough
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