we have heirlooms

we have the same heirlooms

treasures stored

I, you and the monorails.

Mixed and fresh amongst these episodes we

chew what is offered on a fork

swallowed down a tube

a slide, hollow

futile fiction is functional,

the clock is right and its factual.

At this time in a different latitude

he’s knitting sunburn and exhibiting characteristics

of a recidivist.

 He blames his mother’s DNA.

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