Jen Juice

I migrate through the tippi-toed notion
Of the plentiful and the best
Relegation and beligeratted hand stands
Plentiful with embraced hair clips
Bountiful routed with noises
From the past

Singled and lured into
The outcalls of
Rembrandts hands
Tickling my belly
Of thought

Checkered floors
And merry-go-rounds
That was never
That merry –
Even when I smile…

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