like an egg

_______i’ve been having dreams about it (leaving, getting out)
and i never remember my dreams she says
_______
how i make jokes about mushrooms and rainbows
and nebulizers and contact high farts
in the back seat
while we move through the wet green rises and falls
of the hills that make us
_______
the grief i sit on 
like an egg
and how i practice passing it around
and how it mostly feels horrible
which is why i call it practice
_______

the tufts of white and orange fur
that drift in the air after gibbous (cat) pounces on mama (cat)
_______
for the second time in a week or two
the subject of cannibalism comes up and i say
ya’ll can eat me
as long as i get to eat the cake

_______
the sound of spring peepers rising
everywhere in the dark
that comes at the end
of a day
_______
hazelnutty flavor of the teaccino i brew/steep
in the french press i aqcuired at the quincy salvation army for a dollar

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