the brief spasm:
a good portion of clear jelly glistens
painlessly from the anus.
yeah,
the stomach rebels, protesting
the seven hours sleep in seventy-two, the
caffeine in pills
and powdered coffee and the
three flights and the
bad dinners in bad hotel dining rooms and the
days of good behaviour and the
shocking divorce
(if truly meant?)
from every
van driver and
painter-decorator
I've never known.
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