the right coat
wrong nylons
go along bab momma
go along
bab
my bra pinches
it’s colored like galapagos finches
tailored two sizes small
distracted i hit walls
if poems are meant to have meaning
i’d have to disagree
though readers tell me things they see
that i never saw
caw-caw snapped the blackbird and the rook
if i ever had one call me captain blue
caw-caw
that much i knew
that much
that much
that much i knew
c
gishi bian
7 septiembre 2020
4:51 am mst usa
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Doris?
Harry (she glances over).
Do you think there are angels?
Of course, Harry. I do.
Last night in bed, Doris, you were sweetly singing to an angel.
Hmm…
fin
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