Dingle Dingle

wind chimes

and chimpanzees

swaying in the same

ebb and flow

while someone’s grandmother

balances a checkbook

and the reader inputs

the writer’s

same-old output

calmly pissing

and whining

line

after line

rattling against ourselves

through that sweet anxiety

of the space between notes

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