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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

M. Dae


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You Can't Go Home

Woodpecker never let me sleep
So I learned to count the ticking against oak
5 more knocks until you run down the hallway
Tangle yourself into the mess of me

Missing you is runny egg yolk and shit diner coffee and layered butter biscuits

I think about how I'd bite and smear my lips with slick
Suck grape jelly through my teeth
Wash it down with closed eyes and a whiff of gardenia
Open them onto Amsterdam and the beginning of July