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I think my liver knows

but my spleen wants independence, its own flag, a handgun, a blowjob

you’re so new to this, whisper the ribs,

we’ve been here thousands of years, listening with increasing subtlety.

blood touches me just the same says the spleen,

I'll do what I damn well please.

we all share the blood, says the heart.

finger slips a tiny bit on the carrot knife

through paper skin and air

you float face up ears underwater

I hear the drum and drum and drum

we turned

to people who turned into words

and want to live in the future.

ink feathered humans,

bones dipped in narrowly

missed paradises.


a pixel-stained skull and garbled 

gadgets, the back of your throat    too precious

to see

and you have seen it coming

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