Nights I dream Novocaine
in pillow forts cellophaned––
"effluvia chimed, cellphoned
txt waged, bitter brained, batter broke––
(Excuse me, was you saying somethin?)
"uh-uh,"––snarled shoe strings,
sweater snot shirtsleeves,
shriveled suit shrapnel: Cheetos,
Cheerios, Pringles, Ding-Dongs––
"I'm tired" you say, "maybe tomorrow".
"A bird on a dead tree laughing" replies
she fucks him softly into the plaster cast pillows.
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