It was on back-order.
The days have been stretching themselves long--
my ears have grown soggy from yearning,
they hang off the sides of my head like fresh mozzarella.
"cafeteria"
They found him in the woods,
covered in welts,
his feet bruised
and sorely infected,
his shirt tattered
and his slacks well-soiled,
bleeding from his nipples, and
moaning softly.
he did not recognize the lord.
we could no longer count on him,
his elbows bent the wrong way.
he could no longer do the worm
and his breath was very bad.
He was O-kay.
"kindern"
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