Minerva System
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Specifically her mangled owl, her cows
On stilts in a fossil-fueled lineThe eagles
Of petroleum upset you, and they should
You talk on the phone to your father
The olive, the fruit of the swimming pool public
And it all pours out like a three-headed dog
Its angular anguish an aspirin can’t stomach
The morning, your Novocain brushing
Against herPallas Athena on a Sunday in Rome
As always it’s raining, and people are dancing
Your amazement the center of attentionI’m nervous
It’s a liver, or a failure in the system
Petroleum petroleum, our existence in comparison
A hole in my triceratopsI miss Miss America