Repeat lather rinse.
Over the top, under the bottom.
There I see no one but the mirror of me.
Repeat lather rinse.
Under of it all, through the mirror of me.
Over the top, under the bottom.
Is it another reality where I can not see but the future me.
Repeat lather rinse.
Up the top, to the bottom.
Under of it all, through the mirror of me.
Over the top, under the bottom.
What parallel is this where the past is not past it is in front of me that keeps repeating right after another mistakes of past of a deja vu life.
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Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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