when you go, take the good
strategies—baseball rained out
and the queens hotpot for cold
weather. where I’m going, I can’t
bring water with me
for the red herrings, or the pickled ones.
the cheesy metal called
summer’s dying fast. you leave
food for the red-cone
gnomes to look after
the flock and the crops.
so you’re telling me the lectern
was lights out with starboys
in pointy white caps
gold wands
and no one brought a gun.
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