Strikethrough 34

Created Tue Nov 17 2020

I.
The tick plugged itself in like hard plastic
 
I knew it was there when antibodies flow'd
 
Like electrons dancing in a stereo speaker
 
My back took on the warp of sheet metal
 
The loss of blood was little but was mine
 
I hate when someone steals what’s mine
 
Someone steals what’s yours, who wins
 
A sneak takes without asking, home-grown
 
Tomatoes, unseen hands cup red globes
 
To the tick does blood taste thrilling
 
The darkness of forbidden fruit
 
The bitter perfume of the poisonous vine
 
II.
The tick plugged itself in like hard plastic
 
I knew it was there when antibodies flow'd
 
Like electrons dancing in a stereo speaker
 
My back took on the warp of sheet metal
 
The loss of blood was little but was mine
 
I hate when someone steals what’s mine
 
 
Someone steals what’s yours, who wins
 
A sneak takes without asking, home-grown
 
Tomatoes, unseen hands cup red globes
 
To the tick does blood taste thrilling
 
The darkness of forbidden fruit
 
The bitter perfume of the poisonous vine
 
 
 
omit rapid pulse
 
omit jealous fever
 
omit hands up don't shoot
 
 
insert indifferent shrug
 
insert footloose foothold
insert pandemic handshake
 
 
 
III.
The tick plugged itself in like hard plastic
 
Like electrons dancing in a stereo speaker
 
The loss of blood was little but was mine
 
 
Someone steals what’s yours, who wins
 
Tomatoes, unseen hands cup red globes
 
The bitter perfume of the poisonous vine
 
 
IV.
The tick plugged itself in like hard plastic
 
Like electrons dancing in a stereo speaker
 
The loss of blood was little but was mine
 
 
Someone steals what’s yours, who wins
 
Tomatoes, unseen hands cup red globes
 
The bitter perfume of the poisonous vine
 
 
insert uncertainty
omit sound
omit self
 
 
 
 
 
 
V.
electrons dancing
The blood was mine
 
Someone steals what’s yours, who wins
Tomatoes, unseen hands cup red globes
The bitter perfume of the poisonous vine
 

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