pre-staging attempts (standing)
at attention
formally
stuffing bags for a month
eins, zwei, drei
sopping wet from tears
waiting:
one, two, three
we cannot speak
we cannot salivate enough
(as well as we treat ourselves)
hunting flies, she dies, shits, infers:
"my god, Africa is huge"
it is/it is.
My fault against the world; to be known
as an American
tossed
as the damned dirt soaked with fat
it
stays awake in sport
for
ghosts of tangibles
in
quality-of-touch.
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