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Wasteful Words and Scraps of Food Will Have to Do for Now
A war is coming
You recycle, reuse, repurpose, rethink, and redesign every line regarding every topic
You include the words, the pictures, the thoughts, and the sounds;
we’re even reusing the surface left filthy by the patrons who sat around this table an hour before us
And though the time between the exit of them and the entrance of us was more than enough to have this table properly cleaned, we sit here, still amongst sticky spots of strawberry jam littered with discarded napkins and a crumpled word search
At mealtime, it’s only cheese crumb for the mouse and raspberries for the dragon, and honestly, I’m full just watching them have at it
And, an hour later, it’s kale leaf for the turtle, but only water for me,
because I’m already full of the emptiness I breathe
This isn’t peacetime anymore — we must stay jagged and sharp.
There are no soft circles surrounding us now, except for that fog, neither welcomed nor wanted, that we keep bringing with and lighting up, proving over and over how gunpowder destroys things sooner than they’ve had a chance to be understood
