sleepy halos can't sink on beehive heads
cocooned in polyester blends
boiling ice-blended blood
like a Starbucks mocha frappe
that costs too much
and doesn't come in small
leaden eyelashes forced apart
like magnets
or a man who just can't sink
into the sweet warm depths
of unconcerned dead seas
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call me soon except for today because I had a really horrible case of the stomach flu friday and yesterday and I'm still getting over being dead
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