it’s for ships (rite)

Every time I work it out,

I feel compelled to


those box cars get me every time–

mistaking suitcases

for refrigerators

and pinching

inches of fitness

that re-tire waste

mostly stifling the urge for

go scream shakes, though

with a lip band that breaks with inspiration–

because: shakes.

They give me the opposite

of brain-freeze, and that’s

a shame, really,

–and exercise for another day–

since “the” matter

is a dish

best scooped—


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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