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The toaster (o homeware!
This kitchen a downtown lawyer
Shoehorned into his suit armor
Could entertain in) is in

I'm halfway into a feeling
When suddenly hunger and
The sense the reader is guessing
Which lawyer where I mean

I mean, am I an electron
Out misrepresenting
Spooky action at a distance
On another slim book of verse?

And then we have some crisp warm
Presence, a kind of brother
You peer into the windshield
Toward, unannounced, on faith.