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that earwig

that earwig.

her and her lover,
together,
loving.

that earwig.

climbing through your ear,
sitting on your temple
just to the right of your eyebrow,
feeding you those images.

those images of
her and her lover.

that earwig.

and,
like a knot in a muscle,
you can’t get rid of it
no matter
how hard you pull
or how hard you push
or how hard you squeeze
or how hard you tear
at the skin.

you can’t get rid of
her and her lover.

that earwig.





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