youll
need
teflon
thread
in red
for the turgid tapestry
of these take-away times
~
oh my skittering thumbs !
dusty bombcams
winter snuff
bombastic botulism
oh my skittering thumbs . . .
~
so -
bent on the bowl
fingers a cold claw cradle
face folded over the phone
wishing i was superman
incognito
as a food delivery boy
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