last night as I tucked myself into a confederate duvet
wearing steam boat willy jim jams
and a clarins anti-aging skin pack
it felt so warm and snug
a gun beneath my pillow
half cocked to shoot my dreams
and as I counted my privilege
- that hopped like sheep over a fence -
a dog whistle blew from a far away
etc etc etc
The Blue Book
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