There are people who mean us harm.
There are people who wish us well.
Sometimes, they are the same people.
But because their teeth are so white,
We never notice the jaggedness.
It’s just like my dear old Mama said:
“We’ll all die if we live long enough.”
This thought has comforted me
Through many a slack, sleepless night
Under the aimless, distant stars.
Something’s in the water, the sky,
Deep inside my densest bones.
We dare not speak its bastard name,
But go about our petty business,
Rotting in our very normalcy.
They’re coming to take me away, ha-ha,
But they’ll never, never find me.
I’m hiding in the corners of your eyes.
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