two years ago & the sepsis twitch & maggie moon eyes both thought i was some seer of all things holy & the dead transmission gut jacked all to the side in a hackberry parking lot begged to differ & my little kitten triaged to 15th street burn ward & frog’s tongue ripped from its jaw like it was magnetized along the banks of the black warrior river & cigarette butts & sewage foam congregated & there is an invisible fence around memory & there is attitude & consequence to our ICUs ∞ [& how the fuck dare you misappropriate my homily & how the fuck dare you regurgitate my requiem]
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