POEM A DAY 2019

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Posted by nah January 10, 2019

At the bins the witch doctor
offers me a peanut butter cup.

If this were my true universe

I would gobble the golden gift,

twist the foil to a halo,

and feed it to the gutter altar.

Emboldened reciprocity.

Instead, I flee the sifter’s sanctuary

for other robot rituals -

driving: like buying:

up, down, park, purchase.

Insert chip now.

Back to my sturdy, sterile

giftless zone,

to wash my hands

of any chance.