Too many times
after spooning rusted nails into my mouth
have my words disappeared into a crimson knot.
I'm looking for the first time
making sure my daggers are well hidden
at hidden messages I had stuffed in my pockets.
Hosing thick mud from my skin
letting all those insect bites breathe again
for the first time, seeing the dirt was just a comfort.
Taking a seat across from a stranger
spitting out all my bricks and mortar
exhaling everything I own, inhaling everything I want.
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