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i own shortnesses of breath, of height,

and speeding the same slick streets

is my fondness of the fire inside.

 

was ever there a woman, until it doesn’t.

 

bobbypinwheels occupy a crawl space breezeless,

harsh realm, man.

to not perform the hypnotic

only task.

 

a cunt hair from the crypt 

until i unfold

and snatch what i prayed for.

 

oh! a fresh chimera!

 

the squad:

fanning out such like accordion pleating

of a wooded parcel.

fathoming fawn prints nesting

nervous urine.

prioritize this mockery,

behold this flood,

whiff the funk.

have yall got it?

 

oh but then there’s me -

untroubled unblinking stare-zeez.

i’m arrested, froze and forever.

teensy-weensy microbes strive to breed on my boot’s tongue and i can’t bust my scrutiny.

 

so why on the other hand am i trippin?

i’ve reveries of chicken nuggets in blister packs, and how razored can one wimless half-pint fashion a saltine?

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