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  • Gary Hunter

The Sad Pores - Feb. 1, 2021

as the world does its wobbly rotation from one horror to the next and people do stupid and evil things and the planet sweats in its thin wardrobe of trees and liquid makeup a tiny factory inside me churns up my day

and separates from all

the gloom and desolation

a gooey sweetness

a good cholesterol treat

that seems to clog the sad pores

that leak into my dreams


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