A SOUL
A soul wants to know
what you taste like
a heavenly rhubarb pie
after the church bazaar
or devil's food cake
as a left over crumb
from a soiled napkin
after an oily mute nightmare
scattering your limitless
thought as a fated accomplice
after treating yourself
to a Roman a clef mystery novel
not laughing
in a desert a la cart.
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