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Not Knowing

by fionn andrews

that he had consumed his closing supper

that his tenuous form would fatten no longer

that his final forage had been fulfilled

that his cloak of thorns would go unemployed

that his dish by the wall would be deemed a nuisance that transmutation would soon commence

that the shots of his eyes would glaze over quickly that his gut would flatten like a hot-air balloon

that his plush pink mouth would be left agape that he would lie in the yard

in a hemisphere of spears.


Image by Bree Anne
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