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I’m calming he tells me
as he finishes his tea

relaxing to be around
an old soul perhaps
but he doesn’t know

how deep between
the turns of intestine
I squirm
to live out loud

jump, dive, scream
dressed in paint dance ’round a fire
mind-walk over coals, lick toads
release forty years of desire

but instead say sweetly
another cup?
sugar,ย cream?

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