I baked you a pie
It's lodged in my stomach
Unable to come up
Unwilling to break down
I wash my sticky, slippery, shifting scales
In the sand
Turning pebbles into dust mites
And fortunes into crowns
My scales
They glow as rainbows glow
Shooting sunspots out of your eyes
Into the vacant spaces
Peace be with the monsters
Who ease my flickering spirit
I've only been late for everything
Before this
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