A cave of carpet, pitted in the centre like a peach. We sat in coffee stain circles. I ought to kick your head in for wearing that shirt. We all laugh, jade green. Can you explain the meaning of odd, I don’t think I have the translation quite right. Diced bacon, shrink wrapped, tries to speak. I bet they love it, your hair down like that, bouncing on top of them, orange peel eyes, somewhere across the ocean my mother dries to cardboard. Knee deep in shells, I smoke cheese through a walnut pipe, pinch clay clods into stars. I have a part man to let.
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