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I think my vestibular apparatus is jammed
because when I met you I’ve gone all whoosh
if you were a vegetable you were certainly peas
like the pod everything you do tastes like your insides
I want to change all of the streets names to yours
ripping out of dictionaries descriptions that might apply to you
I want my eyes independent of each other chameleon like
one always looking at you and the other never looking at the clock
totally would write poems on line paper and stick them to your back
with tape.