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This Too Crazy World

Before he uplifted buildings from their foundation
the golem demanded to know the truth,
for he had grown way beyond his britches
and forsooth was capable of anything weirdo,
which is why I let him in on my dark secret–
didn’t need for him to be a surrogate, a cork stopper
for my long dead mam and pap,

nor as the days grew dark and the evening trimming,
did I wish for him to be a vinyl stand-in boyfriend.
I’d never put him in that position,
had summoned him from the underside of bridges
and the smooth linen-lining of perpetual fog banks
to dig into the China of this too crazy world,
come out, come out.

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