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dino disguised as chick

She says she was on the phone for

Thirty minutes

THIRTY MINUTES mind you

Trying to get it into his thick, ham of a skull that she just wanted to

SLICE OPEN SO BAD

To see where was the grinding gear

The faulty screw

The jammed thingamabob.


It was what she didn’t see

Beyond the blood-filled tissues

And also in front

And between

Around

Embracing

Squeezing

Flowing.


Is infinity more important than eight?

They are the same shape, after all

Just flipped.


He keeps talking

But I can’t seem to understand

His voice becomes raw

Scrapes

Grated words scatter out of my phone,

Mechanical parmesan.


Honey

That’s what mama’s silky smoothie sometimes salty

Voice is to me.

It’s as good as God

When I pray

I do it in her bearhug tone

Disguised.

Maybe He won’t recognize me

If I channel it good enough.


Sometimes,

Being Human,

I think I can.

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