do you know how i dance
when you're not looking
and the way i feel the need
to hollow out my bones
just to rattle you
no, because
i have your shoes
and a supposed knowledge
of the heat in your head
and its friends
but when i woke up
to the rain this morning,
all i smelt was the ink
coming from
the back of your throat
and wet fingers
of the entire house
drowning
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