My Soulmate Finds Implausible How the Glitter Got In My Back Hair

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My Soulmate Finds Implausible How the Glitter Got In My Back Hair
by William Merricle

A star ejects a prominence
under pretext of grace.
The serpent makes
excellent jokes.
The two parts of my soul
form a bell
made of cardboard.
The coyotes cry the best
is the enemy of the good.
Can’t fly away just now,
the old wings are cramping.
I’d like to say to whoever
invented plausibility,
I’m really high right now.
Meanwhile, distrust arises
from the frosted mini-wheats.

2 thoughts on “My Soulmate Finds Implausible How the Glitter Got In My Back Hair

  1. Can’t follow it but enjoy the free-associated imagery, such as “The two parts of my soul form a bell made of cardboard,” like those hanging party ornaments, as though the soul were a brain; and “distrust arises from the frosted mini-wheats.”

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