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what you can eat

 

Apricots with the skins off. Tapioca, satin with a nap, pearls set on the tongue. None of your simpering sweet. Milk poured in a pond. Flour dropped like mouths of stars in the roaster. A watery egg. A finger of avocado.

 

 

 

Amy Miller

rough house

prose poetry for the people
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