knee deep in thick alibi
carving the flesh from knuckles
frantically fixing this engine.
dumbstruck casualty,
straight eight reality.
feeling the pairs of eyes--
1.scan.
2.organize.
3.throwing knives.
a task destined for the finest failure:
replacement parts,
locked in a soft brown leather briefcase,
sunk long into the murky deep.
i made such quick work of sewing the martyr patch to my sleeve
that i hadn't stopped to notice that the sleeve was now sewn to my arm.
NB @ 11:30 AM
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