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MOSHPIT SONNET 

Michael Chang | Poetry

they keep us on our toes, absolutely 

we’ve touched where it matters 

which shape-shifting fool told u that 

the cruel hoe-bag is alone again 

dares too sloppy 

a slob & everybody knows it 

only crazy ppl have the time 

listing all the shows they’ve seen 

no one cares ! 

some of us have places to be 

like roombas stuck in corners 

don’t make me call this off 

two hands, statuesque 

unsociable (kind of mean) 

not a trace of nervousness 

then that sweet knocking—