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after hollowing a portion of scythe handle
to make a larynx
and sheathing his boney ribcage in plastic
for a bellows
and asking a bird to be his tongue:
then it’s just jaw jaw jaw
over and around puffs of air
and all of life’s emotions.
So this is how it feels
to express how it feels
to feel—he is the baritone pied piper
blackening our high notes.
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