I find myself
with my feet on the air
and head on the ground
the consciousness
rounded
the stainless
painful
steel
to my skin
fingernails encrusted with other people's leisure
and careless conversation
club soap
white heat
and endless wine
drunk to the point of tiredness
confessing of my ignorance
to the fat man with perspiration
armpits,
breasts:
swollen
made holy in their generosity
holes in their pockets
they walk out,
ashamed
check on
check on
the next one to die
gets to go home early
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