SOMETIMES THINGS ARE HARD TO PUT DOWN
Be careful where you chew,
as they’re looking
for someone else
who never lets it sleep.
Turning gears and sticks,
she doesn’t know which
way to go.
Now I measure all my
leather, making sure it fits.
When I get the envelopes,
I’ll look out for the slits.
She is on the lawn,
looking up at the birds.
She can never be here,
if you are always there.
I measure her up with
my head,
and I give her rifle,
and I give her bait.
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