i want my voice back NOW but
no one even looks up from their books,
& i'm stitching ripped up bits of recycled term papers
into the lining of my coat for insulation come winter -
i don't believe in summer anymore, only
this taunting regression, like the way
you send letters from half a block away
& then pretend not to recognize me
when i catch you unawares
with yr hand on my knee. i want
to run faster than cheetah wheels with you.
& i want to kill my liver quicker so
give me one more swig of that cherry nyquil, please.
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