My neighbors collect babies and

I envy them their cornucopia of giggles.

They have had their eye on my storehouse of sleep for months,

and if I didn’t need it like blood I would arrange a trade.

My pill plant is growing chubby little tablets

dry as math.

Harvest day is here.

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