Cherub II

Avoid your fate? Sister, you’re soaking in it.
As for memories, though my feeling for them grows
shaggier and sweeter as the present presses
its case onstage, I won’t deny an average day
of donuts, excess leverage, a jar full of fireflies
and things of that nature would suit me fine
in lieu of all but the crème de la crème.
— Joel Brouwer

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