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it took seventeen pots of coffee to make this happen

would you recognize a weapon if you sat next to one?

if you pour enough of anything on me

I’ll dry up like a slug

I’ve waited all day for the room to do that to the light


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she stood for twenty something years before the aftermath

some people say they only needed to hear it

to know it really happened –

you hear that?

you need more coffee then

calculated grace is no grace at all


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like, I really think

I would have eaten you very slowly – shoelaces

to ankles to the soft forts of your knees – as slow

as bread – motionless in the so/so hours before

alarms – slow enough for only family & close

friends would notice


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I’ve eaten a few people

they never complained

because the sex was awesome


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what the hell happened to your hips? they’d say

they’re gone, you’d say

oh


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ok