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Precarious - Oct. 8, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 8, 2024
  • 1 min read

she asked me to glue

her broken toilet seat

back together

 

I chose clear epoxy

like liquid braces

for broken bones

 

and when you sit down

to do your business

“finish quickly, don’t dawdle”

I told her

 

“short poems like this one

are probably safe”

but no guaranteeprecarious

 

she asked me to glue

her broken toilet seat

back together

 

I chose clear epoxy

like liquid braces

for broken bones

 

and when you sit down

to do your business

“finish quickly, don’t dawdle”

I told her

 

“short poems like this one

are probably safe”

but no guarantee

 
 
 

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