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There are carpenters and seamstresses out there
who reflect their teaching roots by pinning their selves
beneath the floor in a couple of fast-food restaurant moves
for the terrible and toothless God
that confuses the issue and escalates the dilemmas,
the analog clock in the center of the dash.

Practice elegant single-serving-size automotive play,
gently leading you through the maze of losing your job
because this organization is desirous of a more evolved
and overwhelmed and lightly-floured work surface
that draws characters and backgrounds
and chauffeurs Shaquille O'Neal around.

Becoming Al Gore wood plank is a habit,
like cooking every day is a habit,
like, as anyone who has had to field these questions
knows, a potato can be removed with no resistance
and so can the rear quarters that I can't reach
to wish upon a salad.

Our special and generous theories of taking the reader gently
by the quantum mechanics and the small birds
and holding them in our pain and weakness
is the date rape of beautiful asparagus,
the steam-sautéed physical violence,
all kept afloat by shopping.