Friday, August 9, 2019
Tater
I’m late-night writing,
and I break some ripening
garlic to cleanse my blood.
I find myself searching
for bulb skins beneath
the refrigerator—thinking:
"Tater can’t eat these
garlic skins. It’ll hurt him."
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