Have you felt feather dismasted from bird still perfect only shed as gift
Here, I brought tortillas today moist from cast iron
Toss it in whimsy, a shred to lawn
New homeowners peer parkward from front door the bank owns, I hope they're not cannibals they have a dusty car
Boy rangers in matchy brown shorts arrive in big white trucks, walk around with trash bags, there's nothing other than loose dogs they ignore
Two butterflies circle 8 I've seen it before the photo self crops, there's pop a beer
Alone with the company I don't keep, feather trophy mounted in a banana I'll eat perfectly
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