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Sep 2017
A recently discovered
compensation for
strenuous labor:

mosquito bites.

Earth down
my ears
and in
my socks.
A sharp xylophonic
hum
coming from
the back,
swirling inwards
geo forming
a clot.

My God given jewish curls don’t even make
a polite appearance,
seeing how sideburns lipstick and kiss
Mein jaw -

line after bikini line
zip through view,
mercury glides
in flashes of reddish hue.

How is this still so vivid ?
When this red is of anger
and heat.

If only I could dream of the past
and scratch my ****** skin;

What a marvelous conflict it is.
September 2017.
Written by
Julian
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