quiche

The quincunx floristically held out its points. I touched it squeamishly not wanting to be impaled and transhumanced to Quiddity

where i don’t know anyone. But the quidnunc knows everybody, squeamed        at me, me quiescing

Quiggle! quibble.  not just a quiff a

            gryphon quenching lights.  so dark

            i become querulous

isn’t there anyone i know—just strange

quarks shops in the dark  so long

since i’ve eaten … i’m slightly queasy

so i sit down, eating from a battered bowl

            quisps in queam

--ES

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