Light on the Sauce
Even though
the world’s heavy
and the fog
thick in San Francisco
when love
sinks a battleship
i know that
if i were to dip into a bag
of some fried mozzarella sticks
off a North Beach
food truck
that i’d become
one with the universe-
floating
light on the sauce
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