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ghost in a gutter in a sidewalk once i taped my body like dozens of wires now i lie down palms flat atop vessels of pavement i can tell you so much about wiring also about breathing forests into your lungs, they haunt your lungs like the child my mother never gave birth to, i’m not convinced that it’s not still in her womb. they called it a miscarriage but sometimes i see the child when i’m taking a bath; stare at my fingers and the wrinkles are newly discovered bodies coddled by electric fences.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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ghost in a gutter in a sidewalk once i taped my body like dozens of wires now i lie down palms flat atop vessels of pavement i can tell you so much about wiring also about breathing forests into your lungs, they haunt your lungs like the child my mother never gave birth to, i’m not convinced that it’s not still in her womb. they called it a miscarriage but sometimes i see the child when i’m taking a bath; stare at my fingers and the wrinkles are newly discovered bodies coddled by electric fences.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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