and then you switched. to the other line. to speak to that opera singer. surrounded in brick walls. the electric line took your thoughts away.
standing and extra 4 inches high. dropping fur to the floor. exposing tattoos of desert snakes and paragraphs in french.
listening to letters. holding letters. hoarding letters. in the deep rabbit skinned pockets.
crushed as a result of hourly fists and anxiety.
'tell me i am next'.
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