you troweled over
                expectations
                convinced yourself
                the muffled sneeze
                that taste of paste
                could traverse
                the fjord at your core
                & your children's
                sprung antlers
                were columns
                they'd scrimmaged
                through books for
                a candle's growled
                imperatives like
                lies stabilized
                by Styrofoam
                sure ain't nothing
                like the wind
                to spook your resolve
                unsticker what's said
                about better bones
                better be better be

                                

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