i think in terms of compass points
(and russian hotdog waitresses)
a pair of fleas set teeth in cheesegrater dawn
resembles guardian cakewalks
you, the marooned carnivore, float, ice-like, through the catacombs
bedecked with sailors
infectious march hare rhythm of screech
chill till mirrored claws rise
warm
reprise
light and refraction
incantation decanted and sautéed lightly brown
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