Hold the straight pins in your mouth; (their pastel heads glimmer in teeth-light.)
I take the apples
that have grown soft
and with a pitcher’s
stance and fervor
whip them out
the window towards
the trampoline
who knew that
ballooned and bruised
hearts would bounce
into the neighbors’
yard and continue to
rot
Jamie, there are so many things in this that I like that I would have to sit down and talk with you to tell you....but, oh, those words "ballooned and bruised..."
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Jamie, there are so many things in this that I like that I would have to sit down and talk with you to tell you.
...but, oh, those words "ballooned and bruised..."
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