Your eye darts
at
a certain spot
Your
hips rounding
nearly
together
do
not.
Your hair contrasts
with your chest
Your
brain curls grey throughout.
Your toenails grow
after work
You
listen & repeat:
The
Comedy Channel.
Your feet replace you
on the ground
You
only mouth
To
be is to be
located.
Your liver can’t be handled
Your
hands draw
touch
across the room
Your spine sways
an orange
pack
Your
shoulder stream
coconut
oil
to
keep the leather bags
off
You
point And
you are
. . .
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