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The grumbling saw cuts
clean through the budding tree branch
white like bloodless flesh
Woken by a yowl
and porcelain shattering.
The cats are hungry.
Slide swish slice, swish slice--
Endless monotony of
the paper cutter.
My morning pills look
like bright-colored rabbit turd.
I will not take them.
Leaf blowers snarl
and roar, chasing fallen leaves
and deafening me.
The girls are wearing
little but miles of bare leg.
It must be summer.
I did not mean to
crush the magnolia petal.
Its body bleeds brown.
We have overslept
and missed all of everything--
The morning can wait.
Today turned up a
centipede in the garden,
unearthly unearthed.
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