the pillow of bread before me
which came from a rock-hard
seed you’d break a tooth on
my shih-poo - bread loaf sized
and lamb white sourced from a dark-
furred predator with 2-inch canines
that gleam in the dark
and me – the poem-a-day guy
living in the bleakest of deserts
formerly of the endless rug of
upstate NY forests with nothing to say
I’ll say that
interesting things happen
when a dry idea
licks its lips
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