Free verse № 122513
mass on key
she scraped at my skin
and scooped paperclips into a soupbowl,
down my throat through gaps in
my busted teeth.
somehow, somewhere this could be seen
as relief
for all my waiting,
all my patient waiting and faking
laughter as i was tickled with knifetips.
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