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unpublished 27th birthday poem
vassinated, hoorahthe dishes are cleanbut are they dry?it’s my birthdayvassinated, hoorahcreamy pints of porterlater on in Clara’s on Wilson it’s my birthday to me April 19th, 2021
Bless You
Remembering hernow I only hear thesilences she hung up likeshooting stars every time Isneezed.
525,600 Coffees
For Max Stalker-Wilde It’s hard to tie a whole year togetherin a few schnappy schentenceswhen the year in question has asked youto saddle up a swarm of beesbut you really hate tiny horsesor maybe it’s more like fishingbut you don’t know the line’s been lostand all your worm ever wantedwas to get out on the…
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