alive under umbrella.
we prized her yellow eye, her bug,
her toothy kiss, her dappled cheek,
her warm brooch and her muttering.
Upon inspection, also caught a woman, whoops,
who glared and rattled harshlight facts
until our dream receded.
Best to twist her up, we thought.
She is a witch, but nowaday
her burn's a bitch, and we're unfed, miraculous,
misogynist by slip.
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