i hefted the toboggan
up onto my shoulders
"my cross to bear"
i chuckled to myself
the highway overpass
a diving mustard packet
cracked the windshield
and sent the pregnant
lady into a tailspin
some said "the twins
are cursed!"
we immolated a waffle
iron and the preacher's
son ran off to escape
that moment which was for us
our only liberation
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