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May 2013
it is not encouraging
to hit rock bottom
the only place to go
is not “up”
because I have been
underground before

we count our minutes in 60’s
our currency in 100’s
I am counted in pastel pink
and a sunlit core
you are counted in cold steel
and thieving hands

I feel like I’m going to explode
pretty much constantly
Janelle Flora Viser
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Janelle Flora Viser
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