Potluck



Thinking

Why does the whimsical state have to die?
And the dancers all stop once they've tried.

Sinking

In the Marketplace she could have deserted the kitchen.
But the apparatus would not stay with its eyes closed.
And we watched the screen fill like rain.
Of what we had for chicken.

Pink napkin

Permanently, cold, cold.
"Stoic," he said as he lifted the nozzle to his gills.
Fin.

Lion king

Glassy mirrors are not on the top of my shoes.
Your skirt is not showing, but it's leaving slowly.
Shrill, ringing, banging, beating, crying.

Caging

Elephants walked for miles.
Chillers left on tiles.
Protruding from the inside of the outside shirt.

Slaving

But the helicopter spun out of control,
Putting the children to sleep, so they did not hurt anymore.
Asymmetrical sleep.

Thinking

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