my brain is in my throat
and there's a pavement behind my eyeswe are briefcase tiles
an army jacket and a tightened pageall the slick spaces
between the tendrils of my brain
are pressure pumped with liquid iron
and solid mercurythere's a cover in my book
vena cava in my trachea
my brain is in my throat
and there's a pavement behind my eyes
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YOU ARE READING
pink bath.
Poetrymother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]