EGJ


Not to breathe...


Not to breathe but to

gulp down rain

lochs rivers

further: messy seas


Filled to the brim I drip

tingle cough

say cunt as though I've caught

a Tourette's cold


Wet feet sweaty

palms

Eyes too

watery

as wells


My texts dissolve trailing

phonemes

(they are)

washed-out ghosts

of thought [...]



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