at night ur grandmother dies on a bed of chamomile and the virgin Mary stuck her head out from the wall and it scared u so u cried by floral bedside until the telephone rang in the next room it was 666 from a soldier who was hysterical on a toilet seat and u could tell he was good looking just by the way that he would speak and u both sob like little cherries being crushed between my fingers I drop the pits on tile floors and they echo like a tongueless mouth I tried to speak I swear to god I wish I were ur stray dog eating scraps of meat u gave me because u saw my ribs and I was dirty. I wish I were ur stray dog roaming aimlessly around the city.
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