Steam

Each new toys goes into the boil.

The pilot says tick tick tick.
the pilot says shhhhhhhh.

The smell of flesh
pools in the philitrum.

It rests there
under the nose.

Waiting.

I am you and me
and again I am.

Whistle home the birds
reset the beetle box
cantor the plants home tonight.

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