On an Iceburg, Drifting

Despite that, she eyes with angled mirrors, digs gopher-

speed trenches, lifts a giant pair of scissors, stockpiles

Keep Out signs, fills me up with Helium (and feeds me

to the clouds), fits me back into the basket, finds the

Return to Sender stamp, crushes the compass, peels

my onions (and throws away the handkerchief), chisels

away at my tombstone, until finally, she forgets, she...

shhhhh goes the limbs of the hollow tree...

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