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April 17, 2012

on getting things done

Between the forceps of words waiting that heave my eyelids up is
a yellow bird swinging over a horizonless sea, the perch creak-creaking and
her cheep-cheeping and me deep

- deep in so much to do! I rattle the cage and say "what the fuck are you doing?"

she just cocks her head. I lose my -

roll the "cock" around a loving tongue
let the waves take me and make me
a sandwich, eyes closed.
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