Erect or supine, bowing from the waist or
A full kowtow, breath still comes grudgingly.
Try inhaling a knife to scrape the last bit of
Marmalade from the hollow jar or cough to pry
Open passages melted like plastic in a microwave.
Feel the easy pound of blood in your ears like
Foam on sand. Almost drowning vertical,
Decant left like pouring milk. Tilt the meniscus lip.
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