Inuit art
framed in medical waiting rooms
famined behind glass
wronged chime



the grazing eye passes through the greed of it
little need
with such clement weather



Stretch out those eagar linkers
and read those signals
        you were nursed to read



being tactile
induce swelling
and poke at holes



There is no dignity
and we look ridiculous
        within its service



share a meal of teeth
family of whitened grins, laughs and interdependent stares
a formula
for props and catalogue



Cash in my reflection
at retail it'll fetch its metal

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