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"babybels" poems

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Cake and DemocracyI don’t care, / That you don’t care, / About caring about

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aphrodite over coffeei recall seeing you in september, you were drinking a coffee and your lengthy unkempt hair spilt down over what was probably an old sweater of your mother's. i thought maybe aphrodite had come down from olympus for a cup of hot water & cream & ground columbian beans. you were kind of lost in something on your phone, *(kept looking at it there on the table)* shifting your legs. there was a grocery bag beside you---not very full. maybe there were just a few things you’d needed? some orange juice and semolina pasta. but i was most impressed by a little mesh bag holding a dozen babybels, small and red like sliced apples thru the plastic. *(christ, those are good.)* after you left i went and bought a few, back home just sorta held them in my open palm eating them at leisure, committing your face / to memory.

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