Saturday, June 30, 2012


I spit,
and the world spits with me.
it's a gift, I think.

do you drink?

what worries me the most

is burnt toast.
oh, and jam
that's gone bad.

do you think that's sad?

or just damned bad?

it tickles
so we get out of bed
go to the kitchen
and eat pickles

you don't like pickles?

as pregnant as the day is long.
just how long 
is a long pregnant day?
and what about yesterday?
shouldn't tomorrow have a say?
and today, a short pregnant day?

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