The sand turns out to be rust.
Better than blue plastic micro-bead dunes.
Darwin teaches bacteria
to love to munch antibacterial soap.
Paul’s two minute black & white animation tattoo loops.
Technology has not yet mastered color.
Who will be the new Hiroshima?
Bomb bright. Shaped shadows.
A mother breastfeeds her child.
Cigarette ash pulled from the nipple coats the tongue.
The children with masters degrees in hunger
do not read our doctoral theses and bulleted rescue plans.
The recipe calls for three bay leaves in the pot with the dead bird.
Might as well pull them from Caesar’s wreath.
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