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fill me up
whispers my stomach,

and I shrug my shoulders.

so sorry, I can’t, I shan’t
I need to be empty, so that the eagles
can carry me easily
if I’m weighed down with MSG
and red dye number 3
they’ll never lift me pass the trees
up, up and away

but smoke

I says,

is buoyant and floats
how ‘bout smoke?

we learn to compromise.