The After Thought
When finally the last words are eaten
and when there's no more
to fall back on
and the lump of fat that is used
to exercise the heart mediated by the mind,
it is as if the thermo-regulation
of a dog is a more important
organ to the well wishers and naysayers
waving at the hostages
on the way to the mass graves.
My mother used to tell me:
I love you more than all the tea in China.
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