At night I crack open my ribs. stretch. breast meat. like tearing chicken in half. I sit hunched. over a desk. sharp pencils. stuck to the sides. write this and that. no. I’ll curl up. hunch-backed like the old lady walking by every day. lungs sucked of air. only cigarette breath. to breath. Open your ribs. your beating heart. crack the back of you. extend each succulent section of spine. like tangerine slivers. juicy. taste it. life beckoning in work.

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