8.5.12

duncan donuts, clay pigeons, and peace-time forgetfulness



Dear Duncan Donuts
small sized coffee,

do you remember
when you used to spend your afternoons
skeet-shooting at my heart?

Pull!

well I don't miss that one bit,
and while i used to stir my sugar with the spoon of resentment,
now i don't.

with love and amnesty,
Brickfoot


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