ODE
We ate outside you could smell the ocean
and petrol Seagulls scream
look for pieces of food or what have you
Go look for pieces the lost
body Bury that piece Clams
and their rich stomachs
at Little Neck
What kind of ode is this
She moulded human images
out of wax and spices
We eat pretend desserts
normally chocolate
but sometimes pickle cake
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