this poem is mostly fiction
Once upon a time. She came with a dirty drill bit and bored a hole in my skull. I was aware but didn't feel a thing. She must have slipped a clove of ill intent. Into my green tea dream. What she took was placed in a tiny burlap bag. What I'd lost was taken to a land called: "Hey, those are my gems; please give them back." She never did give them back; she just laughed. Never bothering to backfill the hole in my head. She disappeared into the night. Into the owl's cold black eye.
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