Can you feel the breeze
between these stubborn backs?
Clamoring among our question
marks like a desperate needle
looking for a vein to stab
Does your slice of wall look exactly like mine?
Blank & stretching into the honking silence,
as if all the corners were ripped out
& arranged like hurdles for our tongues
I’m sorry for the shit I said
Can we just open these concrete
jaws & choke it all down?
I’ll lay here until you’re hungry again
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