I rode the top of my mother’s muscle
car stretched out toward Montauk. I drove
fast & dangerous. I ate daddy long
legs that summer. My teeth turned to ink
legs that summer. My teeth turned to ink
pooling in the gums. Anyone could have written it.
Dipped into me. Anyone did. But I wasn’t anyone.
Dipped into me. Anyone did. But I wasn’t anyone.
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