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The Button

A poof inside my chest

I press on my left nipple like

A button

It is five in the morning

I want nothing more than blankets

To be unconscious again

Some people like waking before everyone else

Listening to techno they can run to

I imagine a gaggle of them

Finding my body days later

They’ll follow my eyes upward

To the ceiling above my bed

Where there

Are faint smudges of white paint against blue

Like clouds

They’ll ask me if I can breathe

And with slight reluctance

I will
Posted 02/08/19
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