Yoshimi Brown

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Drunk in the attic
                                                                             [with]
The Maiden Fair
                                                                                [on]
the night we took our love to a new level:
                                                          Creative Juices
Moist
Sex
                                                                           Roses
                                                            Electric nights
The perils of Google.
                                                                                    O
[like]
                                                     She Lived in a Zoo
friday night -
                                                       Not a purple bear
"Her name is Yoshimi"
                                      The Gum Chewing Student

                                         —

I wrote her name upon the strand
                                                                               [but]
Now We're Grabbing a Coffee
multitasking
Crumbs of bread
                                                                              [and]
The word pan -
                                              Summertime hobbies,
Untitled
               Spaghetti Kisses
                                               Beating a Dead Horse
[like]
         Desensitization Coupled With Boredom
                                                                     [dawning]
The Impossibility of Sexual Fulfillment
                                                   in the 21st Century.

No Babies / True Story:
                                  The Plight of the Bumblebee
                          The Quarrelsome Cocker Spaniel
                                            The Creation of Moose
Morning Wood
                                                                           [after]
Morning Piss
                                                                             [and]
The World is Flat.
                                                                   Self-doubt
[blazes]
                                                There in the distance
[with]
                                                             The Darkness
[as]
                                           My Days Are Numbered
[and]
                                                           the end is nigh.

If Coffee Cups Could Talk
Musings on the afterlife,
Here I sit all broken-hearted -
                                   the wet and cold-ass breeze
[and]
Writer's Block
                                                                     Checkout
[like]                                                                      [the]
ingredients list on a bag of salted almonds.

Miss Brown, you've got a lovely font.
                                                                              [but]
No matter what you say
I know why the caged bird sings
                               This / Young Adult / Humanity
[and]
                                                           I cry every time
                                                        I can see sounds
[that]
                                 Paperclip / My Life / No More

                                 Farewell,
                                 Great Warrior

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