Mortar and Pestle was My Nick Name in The Third Grade.

It feels like there are people looking through a microscope, and people looking through a telescope.
Feels like I’m using binoculars

backwards.
Everything is small and upside down.
“Where’s Barb?” / “Whose Don?”

 “Wet bread.”

The shapes are so close-
The lens is meant to focus.

The naked eye is a vacuum-

Is nothing is safe from question!?
Old granite blocks engraved / with symbols of Pizza. Limestone puzzles. Aggregated bloodlines. 

Whose dividends do we pay? 

..

Whose AstroTurf is this?

Their bold new directive-
The shriek and fear.  

The steer and clear.

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