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Your Oxen Died Fording the River
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Mombi's Heads She lied in layers
Under sheets
As I laid her down to sleep
Her midnight knock
"I know you're in there"
As I giggled in the dark
And spit
On her distress
This dress, crumpled on the floor
The flicker of late night sermons
Determined not
To let this become a thing
But a fling flung from
The window
Down into the dirt
Stay buried
Like a treasure
But grimy and secret
Valueless leisure
Pogs, Furby, Tamigotchi
Watch what we burn
Smog in the lobby
Keep knocking
Until someone answers
Gigapet in my grip
I'll watch you starve
Then dismantle it
Batteries, plastic, passion
A pair of JNCOs
Never in fashion
