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NOT OUT OF THE WOODS, I LIVE HERE

My heart shivers

Like a little dog in

Its bone cage


Be it the lack of meds

Or the incense I huff

Like cigarettes


Somethings got a claw

In my insides and

I’ve invited it


What must those mice think

In the floorboards

Do they understand?


How I pick out tangerines because

They're pretty, but never eat

Or peel away the skin


And how I forget water and toothpaste

But never the tylenol

Or the potato chips


I’ll tell them I was born

With these bad habits

On my umbilical cord


When it was knotted

Everything got sealed in

Plugged up like fine wine; aged


I don’t blame the doctor

Or my mother

I blame nature and me


And please

Don’t let them clear land for apartments

Leave the trees


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