don't ask...
almost nervously
i glance at the sky each day
for the aardvark's imagined grimace
canned bioflavinoids wink solemnly
from their secret resting place
inside a ragged sardine tin
jagged steel
cuts breaking determined concentration
but they're much smaller than i
and they can get away with it.
sometimes
© 2005 Lance Gallup
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