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I can hear it
the bending wire
of the armistice:
twisted and tined
plucked high and fine
and bitten
for a taste of fast and cheap iron
a prickling thrill provokes
like a high water line
makes me wonder
what chokes
and what it takes
to be full
to be whole
instead,
the best I can do is a side of myself
and a garnish of mint
(for color)
even while raked raw
naked, id ...
Monday 4th March 2024 10:36 am
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