Spit!
Nora Horn
I have to spit! I’ll sit and spit all day!
I’ll spit and never stop the mucus greened
with spring, the latte foam condensing in
my lungs, the batteries, the charging phones
that call from my throat: "oh Nora dear, spit!"
Today I wore all red. I always feel
like I am wearing all red. I’m a blood
soaked dress. I am a blood-soaked summer
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