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Mid-­‐day is defined by a sand
wich, squished
between specifics.
Life is pita-­‐wrap
ping your latest break
up between break
fast: I. like you. Get attacked


right out of the chest by acid-­‐
reflux. We didn’t want a little
chocolate love, a sure-­‐but
we all were wondering who’s who
that’s rye outside the  window typing
the next scene.
Hear him? Hamburgler?
That guy is me or you or maybe
Subway Jared in everyone:
ambition, baby. And will
they even get the order right
away sir? That’s rhetorical.   Your con
science is okay. Clear to


Stream out when day  is defined by
a sandwich. Indulge! Let it run
a cola soda pop machine heating up rrrr
to cool the carbonated sweet Coke to
the over-­‐whelm

   
ing conclusion that day is
defined by a sandwich. We are
hungry to prepare to  bite off more
than we can chew chew chew and choke
down. Put my wry on

pumpernickel.
 


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