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Perry's Breakfast Cafe

We are always exploding inourselves, fuchsias, algae,artificial milk and strange cake.
One arm goes that'a way, the otherkangaroos on the map of a harp, apure decision; the other is still going
Our bodies are fronds for suns ofdirty women, we're never sureand we always want one bite
of everything on the menu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nicholas Jay Munoz

Luncheon with the Anthony’s Waitress

On a pond of ducktails - yellowed
romantics, dark salmon and melody -
our gardens are mixed goatsbeard
kissing goatsbeard.

Nicholas Jay Munoz