, As a whisper our older selves told us now in our separate cities.
Remember I was supposed to put a rat where my mouth was?
Or maybe it was tar where my H-toum was.
It's okay. If this ends rudely I am exempt
from attending any party this weekend.
If I could say "hey" to my tomb before
it envisions me in it!
If I could join the monkey's head with that
body. When I write you so many times it is called
overeager. When I write you not enough it is called
lately.
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