Non-Erotic PoetryThe FoolGoing to change lovers
from Freud to Jung. Shame.
Our chants don't work
anymore. Neither binary
flashes nor blips. Turn's
out she's a daytime plump white
line dancer on mountain ledges
riding goats downhill in the dark.
Trying to collect all the wild hibiscus.
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