Sequels

Silence is perpendicular

A hole the size of a

Sequel

With eyes the color of pants

A rolling tap tap tap

Of hard to reach matters

Get a step stool

And don’t forget the diving board

——

There is no radius

No angels in heels

No god of napkins

Just bicycle hearts

Pulling wheelies

Leaving skid marks

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