[Poem] Molly

always dreaming Molly
thinks

The 2 of us loved
one summer

“nothing” to explain.. . nothing helps
explain her origin

Before
he ever dreamt of her

The way I hate
you (in a way)

Completing a thick blue thought
every morning

To make you feel full of
eaten oysters

vague and serene echoes
for her watchman

irony could happily be the end
for any epic

her beliefs and her
revision, he obeys it

simplicity lacks substance
but we learn

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