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Farm Party
Chris Ward

A re you meditating when you're talking to me?
Now I notice, we are absorbing into the canvas of grass and dirt and stars,
also known as your backyard.
My skin is sensitive when I'm changing forms.

At the farm party,
there were movie sized posters of reality. Steam let off.
The fire was blazing like a drunken friend.

In the morning, if you slept or not,
you could split the day in oranges,
a watermelon inside a watermelon.