i've caught a fever, tonight a leaf
fell across my forehead and its
mint or cinnamon leaked seeped
sank across my skull, i'm warm
and worn. i'm patches to the
cloth i spun twice a ten prior.
and inside my throat there are
lily pads expanding and plump,
they're liftoff points for the tiny
pinches squatting in spit and
fires and trees, this river is hauling
illegal substances to the struck-
metal raising hell in my head.
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