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I don’t know

My stomach is upset

It nearly always seems to be

These days

It’s gas

I’m told

It’s indigestion

For a cause

Since all the medications

Have their way

And I’m disappointed

I like spicy food

Unsalted

But with inventive

Other things

To try

Except for now

How to navigate

With all the troubled fluids

Troubling waves

Inside me now

And I sigh

Not old age so much

As chemicals

Which might ameliorate

Inside the mind

And the heartful parts of me

But you know

I’d rather have

The spices

As would

Spice girls

And boys

And boys to men

And women who

Stay in

Get out

(abstract or real)

Of the kitchen

Kitsch association

To avoid

Unsuccessfully

The pain

Bring on the spices

And the herbs

Ow

And is this too Prufrockian

Should anybody care

Who is not me

But you might

Associate

Take out my problems

Fill them in

With your own

I won’t mind

For I think

This is how we read

Inexorably

And well

(ow)

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