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i.
lip suck,
ahhh. most of me
needs to be excised, slow
down. bad thoughts.
let this go, fire
hazard, mister
immolate. maybe some
of me has become a
cavity. sizzle. self
revision.
ii.
strange people arrive
on the night wind, wanting
the bathroom. weary, i am
weary when she mentions
my roommate, “a man,” and
so i brush my
teeth, waiting
in the kitchen.
iii.
¾ surf. fill, i’ve
become familiar with the
terms of dentists. my
biscuspids lock you
in target.
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