January 2011
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Choke Hold
Yellow smocked uniform
Break me open like a banana
Hit me hard against the flame
For I am burning anyways
Break my heart
And score it
Taste the tart unripe flesh of my watermelon heart
For I am heartless anyways
Assume me too good for you
Or we — too soon for two
Type few words
A space and some light
Lift your arms
And drift like a star
Fly for a while
Take your black cap off
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