We tend to the weight, dropping watch chicken salad fall from a plate, intend for the dunes, loosely naked shifting soon, sand barely stand each surface reprimand master case erupt stuff love life balled in a bunch catered for a lunch call me when you need a soft touch
Lust for the white leopard paws full of raw meat fangs keeps us lurching forget the blue cheese the earth worms and the new me fade the moon crescent a message lumps to lesson over less oven heat convection burn a blessing urn sworn seconds the mini me's the stressful three a.m.'s the tepid men with their eyes swollen shut
is this it
was it enough
split shade in a trunk awoke moments settled down groped ornaments washed off oily skin passed for class now I got a chance a fat stance in a burlap sack and react to the ergonomic yakity yak
I'm sick of being told how to be ran over
I live laugh and launder
I'm a monster
I'm a shoulder
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