Last-Minute Desserts Poem

The Zone of Avoidance, behind the Milky Way,
got out its coupons in the distant decades.
The sunlight backed over the hovering train seats
and put me to sleep with no latex gloves,
dusted in hydrogen or baby powder.
A teddy bear touched both rails
and ended up unsalvageable,
even for the scavenger hunt that replaced the funeral
and the last-minute desserts smothering a long table.

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