QUEEN MAB WORKS PART-TIME AT HYVEE
Sometimes she laments that
nobody understands that
there is no such thing as non-jazz.
"Because an epitaph is a receipt," she said.
Meanwhile, the black shard of glamour she had
was a tongue stuck out
of some beak that was white and giant
and rumored
to be a pretend death sweeping
up and in and all over
trapped like a hula hoop
hanging up there with the jokes and the jams.
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