originally this was just about my niece
and then it grew into what sells
and then one for my grandmother
and segued into my biggest project, utopia
and what else
all like the rest of it
completely not part of a whole
just fragments
which makes them precious
and also counting backwards from june 16 you get to cinco de mayo
not that anyone cares
so there would be how many altogether
7 one two three four five six
what would seven be?
it's a starting place
and then each of them
those three makes nine
and then those two make eleven
an almost perfect number
to my mind
and i am the lost sheep
this is not a poem this is notes to myself
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