You’re hard to come by like dabs in Tonawanda
But like 3 AM tacos you make the river sing in pale moonlight.
And the bite of winter tastes like cracking into a peppermint.
And why we have come here we’ll never know
but anything they say you can’t do doesn’t matter––
you design the mold.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
