rippled lines
on crab apple lunches
turning round twisting down
leaving seams on your face
lying too long head down
hosing the competition
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the sieve and the sand 
i love the variety of your voice across different poems. on that note, it’s been far too long since you wrote a poem about excrement.
why thank you.
and… I’ll get on that.