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speaking in sets
of symbols,
I'm out to lunch in
a villenella

someone said
in Paris that if
you drop your
baguette it's clean
because symbols
don't get dirty

but to clean my mind
with a simple swab

to love with my body
my mind

to love with my mind
the road

the road with the rising steam
the Mists of Upstate
the Helens of Troy

the bear on the deck
the bears in my ears

my mom said
but your bear ears
the night before I got them pierced
at five or something, soft
lobe between her fingers

the bear in the road

I lick my own lips and
remember how it feels
to be kissed