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SAVING THE WORLD WITH MY MASKED CHIN

May I have a yard sale in your house

Rummaging through something not on a contract

What can he say about a deal if I donโ€™t believe in celebrity

About a puddle of generosity

While in my house

From one cathedral to another

around roads around mountains

in the cold air in Comte

Memories of the voice beaming from the stone

into countless mittens for dialysis 

Dye cut felt in hand

I will be the one who will make the plan

They may or may not like it

If they like it they will pretend they do not

The floating eye will see them

and sew itself into my hem like the faithful gray rabbit

headphones will peel away

into the foam of the blue shelter

as she reads her poems in a tiny closet

touching the ground

turning it into a book

Scooting away from the sun headache 

Closer to permission

1 thought on “SAVING THE WORLD WITH MY MASKED CHIN

  1. This poem is a yard
    sale in my heart, Farrah.
    Shelter, generosity. <3

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