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cathedra
The clauses shattered
and you pasted them in mosaics
that when read back
were like,
like,
like a loaded 12-gauge shotgun
tied to the back of a chair,
with a dead-man’s switch on the seat.
I chose to bat my eyes
twirl a lock of my hair around my finger,
and take off my clothes
while standing.
The alternative was to sit in the chair.
Published 6th Jul 2022
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7th Jul 2022 3:07am
This is the real deal. When you "bring it", you clear the room.
Awesome stuff.
Awesome stuff.
7th Jul 2022 1:31pm
