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Time hurries on Some hours my eyes bleed black
And my tongue is a pendulum
Swaying in tempo-ed time
Saying nothing
And keeping my teeth
Loose and rotten
From falling out
My navel sags
Into the marbled purplewhite
Of my stretch marks
A nucleus in a map
Of past overabundance
I run a hand through my night-oiled hair
And a fingernail catches
Where the split
Lies between white
And flesh-colored keratin
I should cut it,
But I like the length
Some hours my knees bend back at the joints
And my shoulders writhe
With upside-down deltoids
Pulling nowhere
But back in years
Hours are rotten
And falling out
