it was another one of those strange ghosts
his lips moved but he didn't say a word
his nails dug into my brain
when he picked it up and shook it
he pried it open with his teeth
shoveled it into his mouth
and spit it all back out at my feet
he picked a thought from his gums and
tied it around my wrists
his tongue flicked phantom songs across his lips
and i hummed along
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