Friday, November 12, 2010

nice girls don't stay for breakfast

several times each year
the favorite infection comes to visit
it loves the tonsils so
it brings gifts of gold, frankincense,
—and pus
the man at the pharmacy proffers dxm
—for free no less

diving into a sea of sweaters
feeling like death microwaved for 0:30
feeling like the most blessed of robots

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