one would if only like the scrapes
dig deep
in canyons
the inter-gluteal cleft
wherein the song of solomon
abets for now
it is always 6 AM
and we always oh god
if only it were possible to wipe
these things
now, though, now
the sickness
of all reality
larfing all over itself
baby won't you wake?
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