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7/15/22

cryptid in july poetry day 12, the sandown clown

a poem about sandown clown

at night
every four hours
i wake up
on my deflated
air mattress

i spend an hour
blowing it back
up with my tiny
red triangle mouth

i lay
back in bed and think
of small creatures coughing
and wait for sleep


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