our bodies are bubbles
baubles, really, bouncing &
floating like teacups designed
by portly neighbors who do
not want to brag about their
caches of candy and acne &
breadmeat, true to the marrow
a real & nourishing shadow
of the blunt that once sliced
through both rind and ribbon.
this is sharp -- no it isn't
and so the disagreement
b e g a n
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