April 7, 2013
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they slept at home
while we fumbled in the streets
stretching ourselves,
puncturing the yolk
(spill yourself)
and fragmenting each broken
bone in our bodies
i gnashed at your teeth,
you froze my tongue
in a ritual to no god, a
dance to the stars that looked
down in disgust

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