Grocery Poem Xv
mosquito candles light the table on my porch
they sit alight in their little chrome saucers
each one trembles at an exhale of smoke,
dancing gracefully out of the way
this all seems incredibly natural to me.
I dance the same way when a mother
with four kids barrels down aisle three
racing to get to the cereal
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