side-walls pasted geometric colors;
noses/eyes closing slowly slowly so
what’s ruminating takes a stride closer
holding plastic bags, poly-stretched and tan,
full of tumblers, full of long flat noodles
bunches into neat yarn balls and soaked in broth;
tumblers rumbling around in our stomach
bags, stainless steel plated and floating
the top left corner of mural. The pink
butterfly clips in blue/sunshine’s full hair
take off with the wind but won’t travel far
away from our city’s love. Spray model
life up and up so far the purple won’t drip
and bruise under smog skin with old watches.
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