I have a knot in my stomach like
two long cotton sheets dipped in elmers glue
rolled around in tacks and broken sea shells
placed inside a lit hot air balloon
lemon juice sriracha a dash of lime
wrapped around your fists twist round and round
tea kettle steaming boiler toaster pop
hands like oysters, yet stiff as walrus tusks
eyes remain on the concrete floor, as your passing
breeze turns to waves growing higher in the synchronized
rotation of the moon
too many people in a two door car
get hit from both sides now turned upside down
rinse cycle, two stones, one crumbling brick
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