i will do something, here.
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2.4.08
slip down our throats
you'll find these grimaces.
teeth grinding around
in stomachs
with needles
and sugar and quarters.
dancing against wires
bundled together as veins.
that scowl of fruit-silk
and light bulbs
with bugs inside.
all these things
you couldn't
swallow.