the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

you said it’d be 100
i talked you to 50
given the way you drive
we’ll make it 30

pizza goes so well with
turkey melt sandwiches
you’d forget and forgive all (most)
woes

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