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My soulmate

is a kettle-cooked

backyard barbeque

potato chip

shaped like a heart,

showing up unexpectedly

and against all likelihood

of existing at all.

I'm enjoying the below

average activity

of eating chips

and watching Netflix

when there she is

upon my lips.

I see her before

she is eaten, destroyed.

Put her on my altar.

Overflowing with gratitude, joy

that she exists.

The miracle is always right now.

- Ross McKeachie


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