plastic containers.
We are pretend plastic souls trapped
in timed dolls- punching the radial pulse
in ticks to tempt. Thoughts littered
like an East coast beach. Each brain wavers
like a coiled cat thrashed
by water. We bow our heads like a slanted
roof to satisfy peering
eyes. We pretend like plastic
bags over our heads and the necks
of sea turtles. We guard our own
bodies with the care of a child
doing chores on a Friday
night. We smother each of our (own) egos
with keyboard text. We detain
our bodies with the satisfaction
we falsely breed.
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