I WAS A GHOST AGAIN TODAY, EVERYTHING SPOKE TO ME, TROWEL SAID EVERYTHING, BRUSH, AS EVERYONE AROUND ME SETTLED INTO A DIAMOND, THE COLOUR OF THE GLASS, MY HAIR MOVED AS I WALKED, I STOOD ON A BENCH AND NOBODY SAW ME, A LOWER LAYER THAT WAS CLOSER TO THE ERA, THE DIRT, I STOOD AT THE TOP OF THE BLEACHERS LIKE MY FATHER, SOMEONE CAUGHT THE BALL THAT SOMEONE ELSE THREW, SHE LICKED THE TILE, LOOKED AT ME AT THE SKY, FINGERS DRUMMING THE FACE, SOMEONE RUBBING SOMEONE ELSE’S COLD ARMS, HARD, LIKE A KID, MAKING THE BLEACHER ME BOUNCE

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(JOY IS A HIDEOUS THING)

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- VOICEBODY BIGGER THAN

 

- MELON MOUTH TURNING

 

- I LAUGHED A REAL LAUGH

WHEN THE DOG LICKED

MY NIPPLE

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