Ovid
The blush
The rose
The rash
It’s grown this big
I turn food over in my mouth
My speech is crowded–there’s
crushed skulls oh walls of skulls
winding down a still corridor
The flat and
The glass
It’s dimmed here
The workers have stopped in
my belly
and only ape your posture
as you stare back at them
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