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spontaneously
brilliant

bare bones

ignition un-
impossible

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Maine’s freshly harvested spuds make the world’s most glorious mashed potatoes. Skins and all.

Those of you in the Pacific Northwest may weigh in to the contrary. Not that I really expect you to.

once, maybe only once, as in upon a time

she sent fruit

bitter with old women resenting the upstart

so who was the witch?

Ripe orange descending
And then the sharp scythe new moon
With her consort, Venus

Orange-fruit globe ascending
Silvery lakes between fog-wisped forests
Many miles intervening

Same orange glop descending
And then the sharp scythe new moon
With her consort, Venus

Holy Moses
Exposes
Roses
Noses
Poses
Hoses
Reposes
Dozes

my truest feelings keep disappearing

one-two-three, poof!

at odds with any action / reaction /

correction

she sent her love
while screwing another
firsthand story of real life
his or hers