they don’t tell you
when you have a baby
about the shrinking
babies
do.
we bought a smaller bird
but few
noticed.
we made friends, women
with lights
on their shoes, men
sold
on mittens…
we sent nudes
to the author
of babies
eat
sleep.
our mailman
he caught us
dancing
and threatened us
with an audiobook
on baptism
and that
was the end
of mail.
we sold headgear
we volunteered
to sell
headgear, put an ashtray
on the roof
as lure
for longing
that
of memory’s
narc…
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
they don’t tell you
when you have a baby
about the shrinking
babies
do.
we bought a smaller bird
but few
noticed.
we made friends, women
with lights
on their shoes, men
sold
on mittens…
we sent nudes
to the author
of babies
eat
sleep.
our mailman
he caught us
dancing
and threatened us
with an audiobook
on baptism
and that
was the end
of mail.
we sold headgear
we volunteered
to sell
headgear, put an ashtray
on the roof
as lure
for longing
that
of memory’s
narc…
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