2, a Woman Jogging in Belltown: A Revolutionary Self-IMprov poem

I dreamed I was there,
Watching the sun in your hair.
Gasping as you jogged past;
Staring at your buns, fast!/

I’d watch you
a bad sculpture garden,/
as both of us sculpt and harden/
various body parts./
It’s a start!

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