THE PRISON EXCHANGE PROGRAM
slicked slickly through the slick sick sickness
your mom ate me when i was five
slightly edgy from the edgy edginess edging on
in a stew she served me to her friends
edging softly through the soft softness softer than
a bargain price corruption. the colossal turbulence
the training shoes hidden under her bed for years
holding my hair, jesus knew, but never told a soul
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