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Tupperware, like Love

Well, we must die

the reminder tacked on the fridge

aired other grievances also

and we ought to ban Alcoholics Anonymous

and the full-false-fearful phases

of redemption

and Peter, what are you afraid of?

ill-repute, courage,

being turned into a hawk?

in order that we live

we love

and love takes many forums

to coalesce—

hence the magnet, in the staff-room

and the tupperware, like love,

is translucent, distinct, entirely real

so we might live again

(what an intemperance!)

but only if we die first;

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