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you are my coelecanth with a nail hammered into her forehead
impossible to catch but your blood paves over a river of long life
it must be circular to survive
and it'll wrap around your neck again and again until you decide to die

i traverse train tracks on spiders' backs
missed my stop missed my stop missed
but some wrong bone in me vibrates with their mandibular resonations
osteopendectamy osteo
rip it out

like wrists do to hands
i turn dirt into plaster,
worms into gods i am
the slave that births masters