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Poems by Inchiki
riding swiss hide (notes)
take the
cool silver tube
into your mouth
the little prick
tucked behind your front teeth
and squeezzze
the truth out
*
i dream
of yr limey insides
like a tourist
calculating
with infinite precision
how to blow myself
out of love for you
*
i come home
to sleep in the warmth
of yr deep wisdom
the folds of a mother
or another
inert for a moment
and make it seem forever
