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Clusterheads
She asks about
my opinion on a
particular writer
I explained how
not much was
left to imagine,
she agreed
then threw out
a question
"whatever
happened to
putting things
out there
because you
have something
to say on a
matter?"
I begin to think
of my tastebuds
being ripped off
one by one
my heart
punctured
by samurai
swords,
I think of
bad word
counts &
bad meta
books filled
with words
we cannot
pronounce,
I think of kids
dropping ice
cream heads
from their
cones
and crying
about it
seconds
after,
I think of
my skin
in white
hot rage
so fuck that
all the way
to hell in
a burning
ball turd,
I can't
imagine
answering
that flavour
of clusterfuck.
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