[Response to: Noon drapes]

Afternoon drapes.

Barney’s tail draped. He hung upside down. They claimed to love him.

His fabric eyes like softballs thrown into round sweet pork buns. All he wanted was a bun.

Purple was the shine of life, and time ticked from noon drapes. If only he ate pears that morning.

Pear Sorbet. Frozen Pear. Pear turnover cake. Pear foster…Gluten Free? 1/4c. dark rum.

That is what 1:12pm needs rum.

Hand Pant flecks paint and the eyes. Those awful eyes. The children loved him.

The VHS unraveled
and raveled and tangled. Undone on the floor, covered in apple juice.


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