anthill
you slice speakers
into your dna
_-_-_
bending tree the cold doesn’t bring you back
_-_-_
failing to find a grip
the seahorse moves
with the current
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with the phone’s light
he inspects
the side of the car
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glass ceiling
we place hippos
above us
with measuring spoons
you become a squid