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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