Sweetgreen
Mounds of whatever dropped with ice cream dishers
Onto beds of feathery salads
Quinoa, Parmesan, Spicy Broccoli, Meat
At any point misgiving could rise and take us with it
I said why count the things you do not have
A scathing misery that adds and adds
Its scoops
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Footnote
A person lives in a forest for a long time, her whole life maybe
She thinks about everything and decides to transcend
Tightened, cut repetitions, activated passive voice, considered
where we might be locked in the wheel
Put some things down there
Is appetite supreme in these epics of the creature?
Reading a book all day, that was my thirties
Immortal in the atrium
Plenty of war
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