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It's Like I'm Not Even There
I am Alice. Eat me, I grow taller. Drink me, I grow blind. Don't fall asleep first because I cannot stand the electroplux of elusive trip-hop orgasm & I never feel alone except after sex. The instant when your chest grows heavy is when I hate you most. I want to go home: deliver a hurricane. The room is chilled. I am unreasonable now. "What's wrong?" you ask, but your lids are shut-eye and I could be anyone. Your hipbones gouge me like a cough. Right now I am considering the blunt object that pains me all too often & the soothsayer who warned against penetrators.