two smooth, cool eggs
one in each hand
cage free, supposedly
they to me, remand
a living sine wave
down hungry, up through fed
fox-like, I block all thoughts
of factory farming dread
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Poetry | Short Fiction | Creative Nonfiction
two smooth, cool eggs
one in each hand
cage free, supposedly
they to me, remand
a living sine wave
down hungry, up through fed
fox-like, I block all thoughts
of factory farming dread
Comments are closed.
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