katie-macWhisper

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art of the inanimateim shaking a snow globe and all flakes are stuck to the bottom. / i can't make it snow inside. / the smiling statuettes are broken and there's a hairline crack that slashes across the glass.
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QuittingToday I smoked my / first / last
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the pastI wish I could warn my past, / I wish I could send a smoke signal / or a telegram.
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InadequacyInadequacy is heavy. I've never weighed it but I'd imagine / it's at least a ton. / After a while, the back becomes bent and the neck curved
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bodyi'm / feeling so much / like an object
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Always WorriedI'll try and be upfront / about the dawn that peeked through my window this morning. / I saw it with my eyes raw and red
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BugsI / like / spiderwebs
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WaxYou can be my ball of wax. / I'll roll you between my fingertips / until you're warmed and soft
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contrasti like to feel my stomach, / where it's soft and then turns / into the hardness of my ribs.
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The EndWe walked on fields of hellish amber, / our bare toes scraping barbed wire. / we held our naked palms out flat
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