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Aidan Coleman

Feb 28 2011

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That knot that tightens as it travels with you; 

the bug or wire that informs against you. 

Four years you almost cough-out its name. 

It speaks in vomit and deafening migraines 

(until you’re whittled down to a bone ladder)

(until there’s no space left for the both of you).

Tonight, when your eyes can’t shoulder the ceiling, 

it will speak and lightning your body in two. 

We’ll see who survives from there. 

 
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