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sweating beeswax
down my spine
until I spit
a feather out of my mouth

forgetting my bills
they’re in a drawer
cozy with your jewels
keeping them warm

you’re sitting down
wondering why
I never fixed the door
or the sink

and I’m sitting down
wondering why
I never fixed the door
or the sink

pulling gum from my hair
stuffing it
into my gaping maw
just gasping and choking

searching for mites
hands and knees on the floor
crawling
checking if anything is there

you’re standing up
wondering why
my teeth are on my fingers
what’s there to be done

I’m standing up
wondering why
my teeth are on my fingers
what’s there to be done

jump rope around the throat
what happened
a little tighter
a little looser

I dreamt of a car
idling in the street
women with your face
piled in the backseat
clamoring and watching

that’s always been my dream