State

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How we all spill out of the earth?

Naked like sick birds

Uncomfortable with words

Visceral and unfurled like blood feathers under the skin

I'm in a state again, but I stay polite

I stay polite

It keeps me alive

It's easier, right?

And the state washes over me

And the dust from the cars and the cussing in halls

And the trucks and the shards and the spoiling stars

My memory fades

And every day it gets so hot

So hot

What a sterling way to come

I become rage

A shining example of pure anger

Pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet

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