Today's poem is by Elisabeth Workman
Once Upon a Time I Was
meow meow every year
till an unknown number of elderspossessed by some copacetic Chronic
earn some extra income to swimin perfect ecstatic harmony with
a slow Saturday afternoon.this plot of perseverance sprays
like pleasure boats acrossinept domesticity. Obviously
being human, it is awkward.Once upon a time, moving indefinitely
along an edge implied tinywild kittens escaping PBS
subsistence huntingfear of radioactivity
flickering glandular affluence.Ancient glaciers oozed light
through the general living roomof America, while an Amish person
in a dark moment consideredlow-rise skinny jeans and a dolphin
escaped persecution to forma unique but purely hypothetical
community full of frolic-likeempathetic aftersex plasma light.
These early bodies explodedviolently. In their wake
a vast overriding rule whichwe felt as warmth and later
a junkie's whisper-soft scriptdealt with via white cats
behind wavy glass.Snow on one side, the other
chopped up. Once upon a timeI was born in the ground.
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from Ultramegaprairieland
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