that dictated hysterical jag-
its forgotten already;
only Thursday now
and
already
it’s clean wiped away.
you’re all fickle,
fickle as
young
children,
your new toys already grown old from staring
and we’re all left
in
the
dark now.
the dark that should be spring.
counting
all the
pounds
left
to
count.
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