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
and it tasted like you.
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