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Strange codicil

Equanimity in the language of the fence wire
that holds more sparrows than cows
Acceptance in the spirit of the sun that burns
its bow when it runs out of arrows
But not this. ​
Into the tequila you beat yourself like an egg,
just skip it and go straight to the self-frisking
My favorite part is where you put on the counter
your heart like it’s the only one in the room

24 Dec 15

(define the words in this poem)

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