the brief memoirs of a pineapple

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the brief memoirs of a pineapple  (  a  f r u i t y  t a l e  )




my skin cut the lip

of the sun-king


my lopped top grew

new roots


i am not an apple

a comet or the antichrist


my death was flesh

in rings

& chunks

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