Poem Sliverz

“…24. Different from here.
Or not. Just sequels. Lined
like bottles waiting for labels,
corks, foil. List of 2do-likes.
Another time for wishes..
Write them down. Grocery
Isle residents. That simple, in
My convenient core. Chiming for
Fortunate timing. She told me 2
Abandon order. So, hopping off
Cliff, learning flight mid crash….”