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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
Author
Dave S.
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