…and
In the meantime,
Wire wrapped teeth falling out
I’m so bored of this song
Please, new!
Scratching at the door to get out
Out of….self, repetition, country
I was young, “all my poems will start with and!
There is always something right before”
A continual ‘and’, streaming from conception
Pinching shoulder, furrowing brow
Then….
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