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Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

Some days the laundromat handles more than usual.

Flagged. Forward to Verification -- see standing Protocol 7-G.

Cold scales behind glass, waiting on human tides.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Four figures gather around a glowing crystal ball.

Strange creatures share a table, the world holds its breath.

Even anthropomorphic animals expect impeccable table service.

Between white coat and bristled bulk, patience weighs heavy.

Front incisors show wear consistent with tunnel work.

The sneakers are tied correctly, double-knotted.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

The briefcase has been carried a considerable distance tonight.

The fringe knows something. The fringe always knows.

Morning ritual, shared between flesh and strange stone.