shallow children
their bellies
graze rock bottoms
bodies filled with water
mouths choke on laughter
Monika's mother howls
at the moon; a fruit that is waiting
i'm glowing green
upside burping led to:
bile in the brain
pale, pale visions of night
peach awakenings
miles of fair skin
compile me,
in deep breaths
i fold
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