I was piss-tified
…
a black whole
of cheeZy,
mac-erroneous assumption–
on the brink
of too many decisions
and with precision
I chose
the wrong course
–ate dessert first
the best course
but nothing was as uncertain
as salad, these days,
a bygone era
of iceberg wedge and predated
tomato
…
tomah-to
tomorrow,
a day that falls
less than Leap Year and
only contextually.
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