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insured against all loss

except this tilting of meaning
from center fulcrum
as the heart is plugged
unplugged splayed
thrashed & fucked
in three different dialects:
you knock on her door
at two in the morning
her best friend answers
holding a pit-bull
with a mouth
like a chainsaw
by a very short
there's nothing here for you!
she shouts
over and over
pointing the cordless phone at you
like a bayonet.

11 Nov 09

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