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7/19/22

cryptid in july poetry day 17, el cuero

 

a poem about el cuero

drifting aimlessly
through the surf
on xanax
drinking spinach-cucumber-celery-coconut water
listening to dreamily electronic music with headphones
el cuero
imagined an insane samurai on a battlefield slaying 100 people while screaming coconut water with no one knowing what coconut water is
el cuero
imagined a badly lost time-traveling cyborg fighting 100 jellyfish while experience severe water damage
el cuero
imagined the president beginning a speech with "imagine everything you know is wrong" then 10 minutes of silence
el cuero
imagined itself decorating an apartment with tiny pieces of broccoli and cauliflower
el cuero
imagined itself buying a toy poodle and talking to it nonstop
el cuero
imagined ‘god’ as a giant comet millions of times larger than earth plowing through earth
el cuero
imagined itself tearing out someone’s throat
el cuero
imagined asking random people in boats if they have adderall or xanax and if they do showing them a gun
el cuero
imagined if species of plants had as much advertising every year as brands of drugs
el cuero
imagined if there were people promoting slowness and nature as hard as technology

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