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Apr 14

I hear you counting
with your teeth
growing
and growling
so lifelike
this

and your back splinters
I say
are you fine

–
you pull out my memories
with your teeth
afraid boy
in a cornfield
wondering
what’s okay

that’s dust kicked up

I get drunk
feel like thunder
lie down
and watch you pick
your teeth with my bones
and I say

am I okay?

you roll out of my drawer
and say
you’re fine
it’s fine

man
in our time apart
I blazed like a stupid fire
and now
I get emotional
seeing your face

I’ll stop smoking
at some point
but I don’t feel the end
and you ask
are you fine

I pick my teeth and say
I’m fine

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