can you feel this thing?
inside your lungs or
behind your eyelids?
it tickles or perhaps
itches,
my brain.
Crunch your teeth into one
another and see if you can taste
the rust that lines my everyday
thoughts. write them down
on napkins and sprinkle them
with salt because they need it.
whenever i taste something,
it needs salt. So i've begun
to assume that
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