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there is enough liquid in my ears.
i am forgetting details--
your song is a blue whales song--

your name is a green grass.

i spent the last twenty-seven years
thinking.

talk to me
about what doesn't matter, like
cheeks.

or the last time i was drinking
all these different things:
whiskey and whiskey and all this other
stuff.

i was naked the other day,
and just wondering
about mirrors.