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  • Writer's pictureBethany Stimac


my week has gushed

into a slush, a

gloopy past-tense stew

eat it up, little pup

i had thought you knew

for while i brew

and bubble and screw

over my clockhand’s

forsaken cuckoo

i pry my worldview

up like a corkscrew

and try to subdue

all that eats true

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