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 can do what I damn well please.

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we all share the blood, says the heart.

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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

ecstasy 

​

we turned

to people who turned into words

and want to live in the future.

ink feathered humans,

bones dipped in narrowly

missed paradises.

silver,

a pixel-stained skull and garbled 

gadgets, the back of your throat    too precious

to see

and you could have seen it coming

  ice.   fire

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we’ve been here 4,000 years say the ribs,

listen you are alive

as gulls and lungs