Again
Dear God or whatever,
you can begin me now.
Begin me on a whiteboard,
a blackboard, anything that can be erased
to begin again.
My cookie was crumbling,
my cookie was baked with bad blood.
Dear whatever,
begin me as if I were a dying fish
on a far shore gulping alien air.
I took myself to the edge,
pecked at the abyss
my chicken heart clutching
a chicken-hearted prayer.
Then a magnificent whatever,
ate me up
like I were a Chick-fil-A sandwich
with extra hot sauce.
Now I am ready to begin,
I really mean it,
I think.
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