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THE CONSTITUENTS OF SAND David Roy Smith (cyberdavee) FOREIGN BODIES Leo Glaister (ProtectHer) SYMPHONY OF ONE T. Obatala (trkyounger)
The tip of your nose
(a shark fin
an ancient pyramid of cartilage)
tails me to dry land where
sand obstructs my gills
like a wet magazine on the beach,
sticky and misshapen,
armored with discarded fragments
of fallen continents
and Coca Cola bottles.
How is it
that everyone else’s breathing
is always so much more interesting than one’s own?
The nose-breath of my old school teacher
could set even the hardest bully-boy shivering in his
“Gimme yo phone or I’ll fuck yu up ah swear down”
boots
the dreadful seal bark of my stepfather’s snoring
is not as bad (hilariously, I think)
as that of my aunt’s
and the silence of her breath
quieter even than the sound of her breast
moving under the strength of the same two lungs
as ever were
will mingle with my insolent exhalations
as I wonder
at the mere idea of it
I have become
a perfect symphony
of one as the hour
sweeps into the next.
Under my skin, blood
has been replaced
with light. My body
has become a willing
prisoner of itself.
When I part the air
nothing stirs.
No thing.
I have no reason
for moving.
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