I wont think of the spoon i wont think of the spoon i wont think of the spoon
Cadillacs in the resevoir
and a car ride
to the far side
of New York.
I’m a spork in the
china drawer
and a dormant star
in desperate need of a spark.
Is it too late
to talk about the spoon yet?
It’s been a month and a half
since it was my birthday.
How could I so much
as think of the spoon
at a time like this?
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