We are
a stream of
absent marshmallows;
wing-flapped,
vibrant in our eclectic state
too inherited to remember.
Our cradle
rubs her schillings
for the double whammy
siphoned into
life’s unwavering
pissing order.
It’s anyone’s pretense
where the hail against
rubber ducks will land
as we continue to bleed
the earth.
Pamela A. Lamppa
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