an untitled selection from the unfinished bk "theft: how to beat the high cost of living".

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one day
during my stint
in kindergarten
i stole
a miniature figurine
of a goose
that was made
out of quartz
from my teacher

after school
while waiting
for someone to
come & pick me up,
paranoia set in

knowing i would not
have answers for
the questions
that were sure to come
about my ill-gotten
shiny little bird,
i began to dig

digging a hole
right there
in the school yard,
burying the bird

my beautiful
crystallized
secret.
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