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Feb 2012
Damage done
by the size of her voice;
Hairline fractur'd,
receding bone, drawn away by the weight;
The human dumbwaiter,
a body held together with tension rods;
Veins,
flooded tunnels with blood;
The human dumbwaiter,
built into its own foundation;
That's a load bearing vision,
man
wasn't meant to walk first.

When I am all broken shattered
lying on the couch breathing in
fumes,
she is an engine burning out inside me.
I looked in her mouth and it was like killing yourself
in the garage with a hose.
Written by
Natty Morrison
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