2 straight days of nothing but Ukrainian food activates ancestral alarm systems built into my superstitious soul One time many years ago I left my body during sleep and ended up in a corner where I just about mistook the body of a terrible spider as my own Sure enough, I woke up to find a gigantic spider- In my dreams, his cover was blown - And I wondered if the dreams were. signals sent from old programs built into my Jewish nose? So I cuss, I turn on the light and I check the corners Nothing But Myself, memories of when I was allegedly on the bridge to another mans ontological throne The only spiders around here are the ones alleging certainty of what they think they know In my new era, The red flags of her blue eyes must be blended into a new color ALL ITS OWN This is the only thing I know that I know As I listen to the Christmas conversations of my neighbors through the window and the calming cluck of the black Friday crows , My neighbors sentences do not duel but marry and click into a duet of wholesome hymns about who will get what from Home Depot What carols will be sung And how long they plan to keep their Kamala Harris sign hung +_+_
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