Faster 'en
I kin gittum out, bay-sickly
he says he says
one eye squinted up like
a floating ball of lint
on the surface of your favorite sweater
vaguely interesting rope weave
to his shy, nervous words
Gotta go move them wet clothes
whether with the hands or on muh body
makes no never mind
wet is wet and needin of movin
there are no words, no lyrics
less to talk about that way
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