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a creaky blue carpet, 

holding your own hand

as you drive through the night,

falling asleep chewing gum

waking up with it in your hair,

stuck.

the sun begins to breach the house,

even when the curtains are tightly shut,

the middle of the blue carpet

stained with adolescent nosebleeds,

tomato sauce, anorexic sweats.

sun ripples through my stomach..


(a body of water is still a body )

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