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  • just a taste at first
    haiku to make the teeth numb
    reacquaint yourself

    on Tuesday next
    a nickel bag
    a line or two of verse
    blank and china white

    and Tuesday next a dime
    to take your mind off
    the hurt of work
    the work of hurt

    and Tuesday next
    the heavy stuff:
    a baggie with my heart
    a razor blade to cut it
    suffocating woe
    the tendrils of affliction

    and then next week
    a salve to make you dream
    of me again?

    but you don’t need to think of me
    on Tuesday or any other day
    don’t want this sack of words
    by weight an ounce
    to crawl into your tender veins
    content you are to rock
    the wretched silence of your self

    these words could save you
    if you knew how close
    you came to needing them.
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