Sometimes I borrow from fear
I am old-fashioned like that
Like a parrot's beak going through a jellyfish
This is fun
Chyme is an accidentally beautiful word
also how a poem feels about the world
"the goods" are only a Luminous Flux
The word only exists because Language is a terrible Mother
She teaches you disappointment with such words
She doesn't even breast-feed anymore
She abandoned her La Leche league
What are you getting Language for Mother's Day?
I bet you're going to make that stupid handprint again
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