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for the first time
since november
human contact
isn't like flurries
of marching ants
over a wasteland
of puckered skin
stretched from
growth spurts
and sun burns

for the first time
since november
knees falter into
bedridden comas
on copper ground
wearing matching
threads of violet
defying the sky
and breathless
communication

for the first time
since november
fingers scamper
to find loopholes
in coiled muscles
and weak tendons
to break up bonds
as if not to allow
the movements
of feeble wings

for the first time
since november
blood cells swim
in thick fluid from
noses onto lipstick
hiding the fractures
and forming ripples
in words gushing
into air until it's
time to swallow