he saw it once

somewhere sometime

in the corner of a dimple

the wrinkle

of jeans

above an ass crack

in makeup

and pink

and sparkly

and he touched it




like a spider web

or the hair in his mouth

he couldn’t find

he ate it

swallowed it

gagged on it

and vomited it

until his stomach shook his body

and he became empty

a sack

that shrieked out burps

above his toilet


and teary-eyed

it’s shadow

playing at the doorway

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