Staring into the pepperoni pie I swear I hear⁣
one slice tell me I have kind eyes,⁣
another compliment my mustache,⁣
and the next, whisper, “Find your spark bird.”⁣
Or maybe it was the marble veins⁣
in the Formica fighting to be heard,⁣
the ones beneath the coaster Joey made with his old-man machines,⁣
Canned Heat flowing through his speakers⁣
giving him just the juice he needed to knurl.⁣
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Words/styling by Michelle Maguire