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Uncertainty
You’re gone for days, and
you always show up most
unexpectedly.
Like the mushrooms
that weren't there
the night before—
a ring of pallid sculls,
sleepers pushing through
the dark moist earth.
I always wonder:
are you toxic or
are you a delicacy...
Oh how I wish I knew
the plan that is set before me,
and your intentions...
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