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Friday, September 18, 2009

you speak first




When he spoke his

voice purled out in liquid shots like disturbulence from an undersea jet, warping and
whipping the sub serving air. Crinkly subaqueous smears, and teeth teeth teeth.
bound to his skull
armed with nothing but the ivory in his mouth; he proposes.

suddenly regret is
a lump in my trachea
and my thoughts
fragrant of you.

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