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Love’s Chuckle Biscuits


A curtain bupps across the wall
as you dutch oven your love
elsewhere the grass is dropping
low in a meadow

The space in your head
travels in through
the holes in those eyes
LOOK

Your misheard meanderings
your snorty laughs
break them open like
Summer once again

Let Love’s Chuckle Biscuits
boink and spurt you right open
petals scattering on the pillows

Take leave of your partners
fart covered arms

You are around them
this whole moment
you move between molecules

Let Love’s Chuckle Biscuits
boink and spurt you right open
petals scattering on the pillows


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