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On Subconscious Relapse/Burning Myself on Work Ovens

A wax seal singes the center of my left wrist, blazing unmistakably there like one sunlight wasp, searing and terrible. i think of termites on fever skin, the lone shark waiting for gills and every other metaphor i’ve made to … Continue reading

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