Today's poem is by C.J. Sage
Inside, she was hendecagonic.
Outside, smoothed to suit the editors
of commerce. Vending machines
would choke. The slaughterhouse
of silver made for speed, the scratch
would leave, ending the usefulness
of sodapop, you lars. Slippers
of chutes behave rightly;
the edgy are unpopular. Complete
penetration was the key.
Articulate doll or inconsequential
the other, a nanny goat,
a dollar turned to trinket.
Dear Susan, your set
of circumstances yielded fixed
and predictable revolutions.
No one sues an inherently rigid
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