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I get so frustrated trying to think of a good title
cannot even remember the poem I was about to write
when I was about to write
this poem

This house is tipping 80
but the little ones are bathing
snot pouring out of inflamed regions
needing tended
again and again
daily basis
of monotonous existence
I can't believe people pay for surrogacy

I wish my eggs were a little less off center
then maybe I could cash in on all this wide hipped
thing I've got going on
they fall out
snip and stitch

We didn't carve a pumpkin
I didn't mention it
been eating plenty from the garden
oversalted roasted kernels
cleaning things out
like a boss

My mind teeters between
everything I need
and want
and the stuff I have to do.

I am warming spaghettios
because the dinner isn't done yet
technically i got so stoned I forgot I was cooking
and offered them crap
it happens.

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