apple dumpling gangs up on me
I am choking on the sticky sick sad of grandma's peach cobbler
I am turning on the mat of trailer park shag
I am tossing out reminders of microwaved meatloaf
I am missing the movie
the smiling monkey and the frowning man sing and dance without me
inside cinder blocked
outside this arena of corrugated metal someone is shouting my story
I will hear it when I die
a song that teaches feet to dance
it/I/my story will increase the wattage of this universal bulb
darkness cannot hide from my light
I know because I have tried
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