13.11.12

A Classic Case of the Basket

I know the tongue
of cabin fever steers
a ship that dreams
of anywhere-but-here-

and so I tried not
to take any more
than my fair share.

but my stomach-eyes were
bigger than my breadbox,
and I had to spit you back
into the bucket with
all the other un-bobbed apples.




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