Joshua Giard


Observations

Exultations of joy never come from me
Excited eyes stare at me, but I peer back with shuttered contempt

I'm a shellfish surrounded by angels
and mandarins, and clowns, and butterflies
and sharks, ready to bite
and devour you without a second thought
They'll take you off your soapbox
and flip your silver tray, and

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