Kingdom of empathetic Rabbits infested w Spatial anti-hypocondria
Even when I froze the man
froze w me, then he didn't
I flinched, then his froze
Froze me. Soybean backdrop,
A crackling ear-tong he spok
E among. We'd figured out
There were plots of turf
No one fucks w you there,
but that pluck is bound to
some far-off diaster we've
caught the pulse of. Thanks
for the
Even when I froze the man
froze w me, then he didn't
I flinched, then his froze
Froze me. Soybean backdrop,
A crackling ear-tong he spok
E among. We'd figured out
There were plots of turf
No one fucks w you there,
but that pluck is bound to
some far-off diaster we've
caught the pulse of. Thanks
for the
Poems by Sean Zhuraw, page 5