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February 9, 2024 Poetry

4 poems

filet o fish

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swear jar

i made my mom a swear jar 
and am using the money to buy filet o fish.
it costs a dollar a swear
so far i've bought one filet o fish


i did a raw milk cleanse
i did a garlic enema
i shit 100 worms
i ate filet o fish


went to mass 
at saint john the baptist
dasha wasn’t there
the priest was from boston;
he blessed me.
went to mcdonald’s after,
got filet o fish


i left my phone in the amtrak
my car has a flat tire
they cut off my benefits
filet o fish