Don't look now, God, we're all right. All the suicides are eating Black Bean Soup; the Dalmatian, our turnip, our spotted parasite snoozles in her chair. The trees, that group of green girls wiggle at every window; a sea bird, all nude and intimate, comes in low. The house sinks in its fill, heavy with books;
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Date: 2011-01-01 06:27 am (UTC)All the suicides are eating Black Bean Soup;
the Dalmatian, our turnip, our spotted parasite
snoozles in her chair.
The trees, that group of green girls wiggle at every window;
a sea bird, all nude and intimate, comes in low.
The house sinks in its fill, heavy with books;