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Jul 2023
My skin, thin as foam
on the beer body...

Then it evaporates,
& something leaks out

from the valleys inside
into the ornate air:

some of them can feel it,
& watch me closely.

The bathroom graffiti
sings my name in choir.
Evan Stephens
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Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
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   Ayesha
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