Mount Everest isn’t the tallest mountain

in the world. Your backbone is.

The doctors spent a decade fixing your



You hang yourself out to dry

by your fingers, only ceasing in

summer when the water freezes.


I bit a lie, and it was sour like

agave, bitter like

lemons, sweet like endive,

with the consistency of grindstone

and coffins nails

and sand in my

wisdom teeth.


and it tasted like you.


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