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SPACE (#9)

Not Cleaning Up Your Room will Result in a Congested Space Vacuum

Ella Zalon


marbles,
        slow fill the toes
        be clusters of missing breaths
        craters clotting at the bottoms of the feet
        [swell softly]

when i forced open the painted doors of my old block houses,
        [the logic being something had been lost]
        the fingers bled petroleum onto sills
        raw with the new resource from untapped planets

i swallowed jacks and didn’t notice until they pressed delicate depressions into the throat
        leaving rotating gibbous prints all the way down my talk,
        [a conscious decision on their part]
        the tongue decisively rests

sucking small plutos through a straw
        it feels at times that forgetting can be a nice and easy and slow thing
        the inertia wrapping our stomachs apart is an augmented reminder
        of gravity in our gut
 
 
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