14.5.12

The Short Happy life of Will Scarlett

on the last day of school
you are not supposed to give your teachers each an apple.
on the last day of school
you are meant to sell your car at a loss,
and hide yourself in the strokes of a spoke-shave.

This was my car,
named will Scarlett,
which made me robinhood.


this is a spoke shave
unnamed, and still young.


but sharp as cheese
and irreplaceable.

here is what we can do,
my spoke shave and me.

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