(“Blue Egg in Red Sea”, 2020, original oil)
My mother was a car and I a lawnmower My mother was a spatula and I a spoon My mother was a can of beans and I a fart My mother was always one step ahead And I tried at every step to keep up But in the end it was I who simply floated away (8/22/26)
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