The Burnt Sugar Brigade
There’s no way you can feel …
This new Star Wars trailer makes me …
“This has to be the new me,” I write
upon “processed panda poop”
I sweat a few beads while rearranging
which includes all of the books I’m
reading (I put it up after we lost the panda.
Or not.) ...
presently upon a product made
of “recycled and odorless panda poo”
upon which I find it quite
difficultto pen these few, distant words.