yogurt
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my name is yoko because my mom said she talked to a fortune teller
i imagine the teller hunchbacked
old and ears like elves
but eyes warmed like melted chocolate
To strain or not to strain? That is the question—
No no, not the Greek yogurt in my cherry heart.
Do I filter this foreign, vulgar tongue?
Perhaps I am the most unbecoming debutante—
