Look What I've Done to Oatmeal!
In this particular instance,
an errant elbow has flipped
a bowl of it onto my knee.
There wasn't much left,
so there's not a big mess
or anything,
just a funny feeling
on my kneecap.
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“Fullstain Choir”
We know
The blow
Of your oatmeal poem.
We too flip
& spackle.
We too dispose
Of glass gifts
So they'll smash controled
Rather than hold
A lit match
To a sew-kit needle
By tweezers
On a chipped table
Hours later
& dig the fucker out
Of an innocent foot
The gift giver
May even love for all we know.
-- Gora
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