I don’t know
if writers should
 |
| Swedish Berries |
ever restrict
their expressions
regardless of subject
— are there indeed
certain issues where
a freshly dipped
peacock’s quill tip
should never be utilized
to moisten a piece
of rice parchment
with recently harvest
black squid ink?
“Bloody hell!
My love. I’m sorry
can you please pass
the Swedish Berries?”
Now, where was I?
Oh yes, I was about
to tell you — what I’m
sure will be for you
the most awkward
read ever…
CCIQ Press 