It and All

Not sighted
under 100 degrees of orange
old country blues
ugly green and palms background gore
grinning weakling mathematician
where did they get children with beards, grandchildren with teeth
her teeth and gums
I remember them in 1981 when he couldn’t speak to her
she was living on a plastic chair
she was thick with drivelling foam
she was a beautiful knife
at the end of 15 minutes

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