Give My Love To Kmart

All my life
I’ve just been waiting for the woman to
go to Kmart with.
Fuck The French Room. Fuck Tavern On
The Green.
Fucking Kmart on a Sunday morning
with red slurpees in both our hands
and our other mortal earthen hands
clutched together
holding on to
each other,
like stones in the amphitheater at Ephesus
clutching onto wildflowers,
we’d be made from love formed
so many eons ago.

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