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crash
I have cleaned even the stem of the pipe
crystal clear
twisting it frantically for the last
wisp
before you take it gently from my hands
the wheel of the lighter has burned my thumb
the tv chatters softly to itself
as
we float down through layers
of chemical insubstance
desire
(panic)
breathless
the salt of blood and tears
in my trembling mouth
I hum to myself
and
rock
waiting for the phone
the phone
the phone
my heart
leaps
revolvingrevolving
we fall farther
I lick the dew on the outside of your beer can
while my throat comes back
into
focus
mysteriously
on
fire
you watch
thoughtfully
magnified
and the phone rings
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