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Nov 2019
If I when my mailman is sleeping,
and my doll and teddy bear
are sleeping
and the sun is burning my retinas
because I can't stop
staring at it,—
If I outside a store
dance naked, grotesquely
before reflective storefront windows
the Monster Mash
while singing softly to myself:
"It's my birthday.
Today's my birthday,
Happy birthday to me!"
If I admire my nostrils, my *******,
my arm hair, my eleventh toe
in the light of Christmas morning,—

Who shall say I am not
the joyful ****** of planet earth?
Knit Personality
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