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swallow Swallow it. Swallow it. Swallow. Don't make a fig if it makes you sick in the pit that's your stomach. Cover your curly-cue ear. A child's ear, that's warm and red. Just bathed and downy still with youth. Cover it firmly! Use the pillow and also the thin, bunched-up bedspread. Only gasp quietly. But swallow the sound you want to make into the pit of your stomach. Close your throat. And be like the crickets beyond the window that touched your single bed. Even the crickets have lost their voices and swallowed the timor. Only now moving as close to silence as they can. Clicking their smashable limbs across the lawn. |
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