Like A Cheerio: Biter
i lost the poem
i woke up with.
it was dangerous
something beautiful
about victory
and danger
i woke up with it
spilling into the white
of your room the fat brown towers
of boxes
packed tight
with your whole
life.
the beautiful poem
slipped away
and there you were
sleeping
your magnificent
sleep.
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