Staple Sandwich
Are there Staples in this staple sandwich?
I ask in the ER in the hallway
Where my bed for the night is
Where I need earplugs
To dim the constant sound of my mind
There is no room in this overbooked
Busy mind of mine
Red, blue and yellow thumbtacks, like MnMs
Make dull points, melted into the cookies
As I eat them without pain
Looking down at the plastic box that says
Staple Sandwich
I wonder
Does it really have staples?
I still ate it
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