he sits eating tree oysters
remembering the time
his mother would fill
a small glass vendor
with a black cast iron leg
and red jacket and cap
from his first memories
she would always choose
the same hard tan beaks
with their jade green innards
to top off the glass tank
not very appealing to
his delinquent mind and wants
he much rather had had
chocolate covered in vibrant
thin candy shells or the
same vibrancy in gumballs
but alas the mechanical thing
was diminished in his mind
due to these things he snacks on
these things that fill his break
with their tiny snaps of their jaws
revealing the gems within
though empty with some
leaving him feeling cheated
but still pleased with pistachios
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