i'm hung up on all my old tissue,

body salts dissolve me. more than once

i purge on dirty words and tattered idioms

in from your cold, i tiptoe through a river too

shallow to float me and so i have to walk

on these stumps. it makes me not stronger, no,

but it sure gives you the slip, for good.

or bad. and a good laugh.

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