Monday, February 6, 2023

Poem

On February 3rd, I woke up to discover I'd written a poem in my sleep. Not sure if it's complete or not. But this is it:

     clown hands rise from the fire
     exploding
     splattering the walls with a delicious jelly
     the first step
     in turning this house into a sandwich

 

 

 



  

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