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64. "you're like an apocalyptic Pocahontas"
key-laden ladylet
64. July 5, 2010 (mon.)

i'm hibernating through summer still
dreaming of salamanders emerging
from ice chests, wilted ivy choking

air conditioners shut. Thirty love bites
rise slowly from my skin, antihistamines
mean i can't really feel the fans and i resist

peeling off the Benadryl gel, curling liquid
latex off my legs. i'm not going to write
that the rosiest bumps feel like miniature breasts.
But they do.

Apocalyptic Pocahontas?
before i was eated alive by my beloveds/bugs i'm so allergic to. took by Tj.
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