make my mouth into a jar
spit inside me
throw me into the air
leave me there
pretend that this is love.
whisper: tonight, we will be children
tomorrow, the feeling of being in two bodies at once.
pray, if it gives you a tongue
a book for words that fall flat
a book that does not like to be written in.
where do you come from?
i am from the back alley of the world.
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