the rain over my eyes a plastic yogurt container dug up after thirty years with a note asking about the neighbor’s rhododendron

 

and I want to quit this empty Dorito bag instead of violets world

 

but I lapse into something like prose and the gnomes leave in disgust their thimbles still half full of sticky beer

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