Thursday, May 22

Pistachio Shells

stumbling from their seat my opposite,
a sold as fair, is perched up to show
in gap the where she sat:

a pile of pisctachio
shells; pretty ivory,

tangled in each other eaten in cases they
are dusted with picked-at skin—not till
end the of line will their bald heads be
swept into some plastic bag rattled.

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