Hello loved ones, here’s a poem for you.
to the critic
Just once
I wish you would
catch your take between your teeth.
Isn't it clean to say
you missed a spot?
Isn't it fresh to insist
I was the one to tell you so?
Isn't it sweet? Isn't it ripe?
Isn't it annihilation?
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