because I’m dead I fool myself into buying a lot
it’s a nice painless measure to support & endorse
denial
i enjoy the plushness of Kashmir
i buy shoes & support the
whores
in my closet
within the bog of
pussywillows
i know I have god’s support
because
my knees are skinned
pink
& have no more money
i deftly observe the
sabbath
even though
i still worry

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