Malkander XXXIX (smashed potatoes)

© Aaron Curry


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i throw smashed potatoes on the envelope,
a night-envelope - i recognize your (hand)writing.
yellow pulp is spreading already,
makes the gap wider.

2

i spread my ligaments out on the floor.
counting ligaments is distinct
from furnishing you.
it also reduces heat.

3

protective layers i want.
protective layers of
another material -
in the obsolete sense.

4

i also want a portable head
that i can cook, covered,
in about fifty-five seconds,
or until tender - to get rid from the idea

1

to throw smashed potatoes on the