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Weekday Morning

by Sujay Sood

The tune That rocked my dreamy youth: Contours My earthbound sag The glee flab ripples The flesh quiver my dance The mirror shudders Cracks loathing My nudity As a jet thunders overhead I twist and grunt unable To open the peanut butter jar I am the last Survivor

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