Blanket Pigs

There are no secrets
Worth repeating

There are blankets
Ten piggies

There are faucets
And outlets

There are comforts
On casters

Before long
There will be juvenation

We are already repurposing
Check the fridge for sweetbread

In little portions
We bring back the deleted

In separate compartments
We place odds on viruses

Fighting off the urge to gag
We pull up covers

Blame the neighbors
Their trash is symbolic
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4.17.13