MY
COUGHING
in
your lake
of
tubes
my
jowl flustered
and
my gash
spilled
across
the
floor
of
an ingrown chair
with
a shore
of
butts
and
plastic bottles
with
a tineless comb
drained
inside
the
bow
as
I coughed
my
name
as
your bay fist
dropped
in
a stoned one
full
of water
splash!
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