you are mounted on pins you are mounted on
sharp-tipped probes taxonomist who names me
give me an order for I . am. bored.
I want to go out but when I go out
I am overwhelmed by this lethargy and
no matter what
you are painfully thin my bulimic bank teller I
want to dry mount you
to the rhythm of your Heave
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