Tanabata Knock
Medusa’d
dishevelled,
and snake oiled gleaming
That day of grey Tuesday was remediously teeming
Simply chilli,
chopped onion,
or tragedy-eyed streaming
Girls Gone Wilderness,
cling-filminess;
two sopping wet cupfuls
I opened, then poured some number of n-tuples
We were one o’ those
fight nail,
tooth pick olive,
and lemon twisted couples
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