The vibration of 1000 stingers
the angel of 1000 needles
pressing…massaging
like a planet of familiar noise
your voice is that obnoxious siren we hear at 4 am
like a fluidless corpse on a high-wire
when will you dive?
or drive?
and where?
not to my place I hope
it’s kinda a mess.
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