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Monday, 4 April 2016
That there/ That's not me
Suddenly what was supposed to be dinner
erupts in sound.
Loud yelling
something about driving him up palms
and not provoking him.
I pretend
Radiohead
is playing,
I pretend to float through walls,
I pretend to be far away.
The body remaining
not me.
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