oh this is so gratuitous. so, for whatever/some reason i cannot stand to have lovebird sitting alone in this virtual space. for a moment i like the idea of a total artistic misrepresentation (to be consistent with the other misrepresentations), but it must be my ego or that poetry is the one thing i kind of have to be honest about. for those who are regular readers, you read stalker and rotten wood, bad soil. i like both of those poems but the line breaks get warped via template and the only thing worse than having a lonely poem is having it's sisters with their arms lopped off. they had to be deleted. that said, grit stays for now. i'll find a skinny poem so grit and lovebird aren't so lonely. so much for the long line.

Grit

Arm flush with the table. Last night
Still last night. What does it prove
To be nude on a public wall and eating
Eggs

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I hate to have today consist of only these things, so I'm also going to mention (importantly, TAKE NOTES!!!) that the bee hummingbird's egg is the smallest bird egg (at .02 ounces). You could put 4700 bee hummingbird eggs inside one ostrich egg. You could probably not put 4700 bee hummingbirds inside one ostrich though. Everything has its limits.