.
If unlucky in love, there's
always camembert.
When I eat stringbeans,
my whole body sings.
This isn't as good
as William Carlos Williams'
famous verse about plums, but
what else is needed for
this poem's completion?
...?
.
Sometime later, I dream...
I throw Peter's shirt
down the trash compactor.
Then I take off on a flight
to California.
.
.
.
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