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Abbi Gamm

Invitation for an Afternoon

If you like touching the bottom of your desk
Then I will too

When you run your tongue along the roof of your mouth, and feel you touching you
I’ll watch you, and imagine

When you float on your back, sacrifice to the sky
I’ll lay on top of you like a crucifix

The pounding beat of the drums fill your mind
I will become your mind

I’ll take you in like my mother does
I’ll let you possess me with your favorite flavors
We can sing in silence, a harmony of counterfeit
Phony friends
Phony family
Furious with my lack and how I explode
Confetti
Sludge
On the dining room table
Wed, 12 Oct 2016 05:10 am
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