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Spaghetti knots

Enzymes

My breath smells in the morning

After a night that I can neither

Remember or forget

But that still went on

Somewhere at some time in some place

With someone who sucked

The air from within

And transferred their own

Short, violent hiccup

That swallowed a tongue

And clattered with teeth

And whirled spit with spit –

The enzymes inside,

A lock and key like lips,

Hungry to eat

And dissolve

And destroy each other,

Or maybe just one another.

It ends. Blood is transparent.

I am left with the rot of their war.

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