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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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