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Weak One | poem

Stories hitch in sore necks, climb our throats, and yank wisdom from tired gums—clammy stomachs tumbling gems.
Week one of six—knitting infinity with tongues. Between inflated cheeks and lost teeth, we choke ourselves with tears, spit
on paper and knotted gauze.
I’m not strong enough to hold the holy books we’ve written— sprinkled with fingernails— or swallow violet sediment.
Ink glistens like pavement in the pupils of twelve parched eyes, begging—
how will we survive?