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cavity
03:05
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sleeping in the front seat, early warning:
i am something like that too
parking ticket postcard, twilit eyelids,
part your hair so neatly it starts me singing,
"i will add up all these moments
i've been slipping from your focus
thankful for these sunny days i
occupy myself removing teeth"
teeth on my dresser, strung like words together,
dusty silver forks and spoons.
secret incantations, muttered lamentations,
horoscopes i still read through.
i am always mumbling fortunes:
black cicadas splitting open.
creaking like some senile pastor
preaching sunday sermons to dead worms.
i will add up all these fortunes
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