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over/looking/the kid at the front/back of the classroom
your mother/hacked together skeleton wings into two-part pieces/bleeding stars, you thought/neurons fizzing out/you had all the time in the the universe/your eyes dripped down/the back of your spacesuit/a so-called prodigy ghost/acid smoke and ash
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the waiting place is a tea store on sunday
中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.
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D O M I N U S V O B I S C U M
slide the depths of your voice from the dust-lungs of your body,
spirit fluttering iridescent ivory feathers into the ianthine arteries of your heart.
breathe and you etch a cross onto your subconscious, glowing like
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amnesia
wrap your laced-up fingers around my throat like you don’t want to breathe,
hold my pupils in your palms. do you want to smile?
amnesia. the brain doesn’t like the watercolour poem of my skeletal frame,
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fighter
once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.
we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-
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When You Are No Longer Young
I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of
sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green
marsh I call (uselessly)
home.
My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices
saying