Prawn Cracker
didn't you know?

shhh… hey you—
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prawn cracker, yes, you—
lookin’ all crisp like you mean to.
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superpositions, fried.
certainty, served hot.
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you think you’re real?
adorable.
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you, zazzy waveform
zipped in starch,
collapsing the instant
someone pops the bag;
a statistical burp
long enough
to crunch;
you have to know.
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flavour? borrowed.
substance? imaginary.
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puff.
spin.
decay.
vanish.
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observation kills the vibe.
now, you know.
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so go on—
pretend you were ever
a meal.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
I am many women. I am Iris.
Polite. Sane. Restrained.
Wrong door.
3 am. Sex under the fingernails. Dead things twitching in the good china.
Your inner beauty. Hold still.
I’ll see what comes off.
Sometimes tender.
Read on.
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