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June 30, 1997

(I remember one girl.)

I remember one girl.
She chewed her food well.
She decimated and destroyed
before digesting.

I suck down, swallow
and allow every afterthought,
all uncooked grain
stow & stew below.

I loose my sight by the second.
I loose my hearing by the hour.
I loose my teeth by the day.

I believe her haircut.
It suits, and spins me.
Certain perfection shatters.
I cannot write a single sentence for myself.

Every spilt word is meant to be heard.
Every stain is someone else’s,
always given away.