Enough.
I hate this word
the ending looks like ugh
although it tries to disguise itself as uff
which conjures up warm moist nuances
of fluff and puff shuffle and snuffly
it walks onto my kitchen counter on sleek tiny feet like ants
thinking I will not smush it away
but I do want it away
do not want repose
stillness
finite boundaries
living like Luxembourg
no -- give me baldacchino ogee ormolu
splash and panache
and roasted lobster red
oozing through my bank account
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