ELECTROCONVULSIVE THERAPY

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I lit a match and loosed it through my nest

          of hair — suddenly, I had commitments!

 

Potential! So I staked my own dimensions & went

          viral. Snaked failed warnings from my rust trick

 

of a throat. God, the lives I have lived! God: none

          of my lives have been holy. Black platforms. I spit

 

new leaf in a short red wig because I’m

          terror           drawn .      So sorry.   So

 

meant to leave a missive, thick

          as lip gloss: NOT ME

 

                   BUT CLOSER STILL

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