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I Found Fire in Those Flames

In that period
I didn’t have milk on my cereal
And I didn’t have cereal

My wheels were turning slowly
In the other direction

I’d come flying
Down Route 177 into spring’s fast panting
With the windows rolled up

I could say it in twang
As good as not
My voice cracking beneath me
I ain’t never been there

I knew the salty lips of desire

And the lips, too
Of the space rape punctured into
My body

This morning
When I soaped behind my ears
I uprooted that spring
With all of its bounty

Still clinging to my hair
Posted 08/30/12
For EKF
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