Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


it’s the time

it’s the time

the last sun of autumn’s descended
and the long nights of winter begin

the cook and the kitchener have gone
to their rooms but all the bellies are filled
and they’re a night
and a season away from hunger

the virgin bear enters her bedchamber
and nora goes up to her den


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