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UNQUOTE

Take this cup away from me

with its hints

of ammonia and dill,

oak or corrosion.

Who knows, really?

What might ammonia taste like

to a different person?

Roll that question

around on your tongue.

You’ve heard it before

or something like it.

The familiar is enormous!

Red-shifted.

I’m happy to think

of this deep sleep—

“the sleep of the dead”—

as a guilty pleasure

“I” am

“getting away”

“with”