burnt breakfast

it is so scary to live
inside a want this
strong. my lips do
their thing my elbows
still form the right
angles but within: all
steam. breakfast
is burned, oatmeal
for dinner and over
and over everything
catches its breath. cells
pull apart like play
dough. my chest pulls
apart and keeps
pulling.

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