by Mark Waldrop
After you started
drinking your meals and
hating politics
I wanted to climb inside,
live in your stomach
and dissolve.
I wanted
to make you see,
hold you captive with
arms stretched, pinned.
listen again, swallow — don't choke
because
you are mine and I
will show you how to love
the world.
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