lunch

draft

to the left of my lips
where the jabber
sticks
like marshmallow in my beard

you see the hint
of pain

and wonder if
you pull that hair
out

will i fight

or dissolve into a peanut
butterless sandwhich

stuck to the roof
of the mouth
of some gray shameless god

or perhaps

just slide ugly
down your throat.

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