a barnacle grows
on my right tonsil.
it tastes of tin cans,
9 volt batteries,
or like clenching a hanger
between your teeth so
you can easily
button the buttons on a
freshly pressed men's shirt.
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nuances, moments, a celebration of the mundane -- life in brief.
1 comment:
god, the hanger analogy. fucking spot on.
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