THE
SHOE MIRROR LOOTED YOUR FOOT
folded
like a sock
the
stinky burbling
next
to your bed
flowered
in
your growling hair
it’s
a mirror
or
a windshield
raining
in
the
splattered light
it’s
how
or
it’s
when
it’s
yes
or
it’s
no
meanwhile
the
spoon
drains
the
smote
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