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Apr 2017
what is there going to be


didn't change my underwear today
every time I went to the bathroom, stared
at the feeble strip of plastic, half-
bloodied, mostly
pushed, aside
old blood and new ***


can't choose when to grieve
ate two pieces of fish
drunkit
      poin-blanket
bull-headiquettettittat


flip ovar-i-on orthopedic
drip and flick
wipe


the skin reform
this non-fruiting body
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