monkey gauze
like peanut butter
in my eyes
i mix the chocolate pudding
but my
life won't stir
i feel a distant package
come rumbling,
the smoke smells
thick as crumbs.
it's nestlé in the air.
it's not enough.
you're like the inside of a car.
people don't eat
in their cars anymore
except for me - i ate
marshmallows, and then
threw up
on your dashboard.
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