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The Turkey Is Too Dry

often

various punctuation,

leave their strange hats

in the small

humbleness

of my cloak room.

 

usually i have

a small

folding table

in the kitchen

set up for thirteen.

 

they each sit

& drink

from the

cuppletts of sound.

 

their plates

are heaped with

the dumplings of symbols.

 

punctuation

always waits for

the final image

to come hot

from the oven.

 

Often the punctuation

coughs & complains

that the turkey

is too dry.

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Dec 8, 2018
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