Problems of ScaleJoanna Ruocco
Your love is a tilt-a-whirl. My love is the circular beltway Of a particle accelerator. That's not the beginning. I wish we were abstinent. I wish we laughed at jokes. Or grilled. I wish we grilled. I wish we were patties of good beef. At the barbecue On Cemetery Street. We held each other's Digestion outside the body, and swayed. I can't believe you like Dean Martin A diagram of our dietary restriction identifies That shaded lobe of intersection. We are a loose Association of organs. I want to fry eggs in your brainpan I wish we had children. I wish Vegetables eat whatever they want. You can't judge them. Make a poultice of carnivorous ferns to cure head lice, crabs. Technique older than scarabs Scabies. Don't say it. Now we have To burn everything.
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