What’s on the Daughter Channel,
old bad goose?
Violet aggro, incarnadine sulk
a recitation from the Book of Lack
Half-baked breadcrumb
narratives
toed just-so
in the floorboard crack
So no one knows about prehistoric pain
or the Sapphic sky – so what?
You’ll just have to let the berries be berries,
let them be eaten and shat
stop moping by branches with gluesticks
only fools try to put
old berries
back
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