The Thing
She wondered about those pantyhose.
And then she just wondered about those.
She forked around some peas, as she was won't to do.
And then she just got stuck in a pea or two, or some,
which was only briefly assuaged by thoughts of these.
Still,
she knew the dreaded mother-of-all-mind muddle was coming.
Yes, it was familiar strange to her on nights like these -
nights destined to be lost to the pout-inducing deflation
of unclear pronoun references.
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