is a title I jotted down
a while ago
plagiarized from the
brown side of a brown
crayon found broken
in two and rolled into
that crevice between
wall and floor,
it was a generic crayon
with a generic name
stolen for a poem
title dedicated to its
predicament,
which was
then forgetfully left at the
top of a pile of unfinished
drafts now one poem lighter
because it's here.
amen. amitaba. good night.
Plain: Brown
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