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Cherry Pie

The DMZ is between our sheets.

once your cherry's gone you're lousy
a hard tumor-like lump

Devouring pie and not doing a thing
when she slits her wrists in the bathtub

amongst the froth of bubbles and
squeak of rubber ducks

whirlpool drain swallowing
pink gulps of evidence

Landmines in each stair shriek.



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