My upper trunk was a problem,
and I kept thinking these were different days than they were,
but if I said it out loud,
then I would be seen in a different light,
and not necessarily one that I wanted,
I needed someone to press their fingers into it for a bit,
to recognize that things were out of place here,
parts were missing,
and they weren't at the bottom of a cardboard box,
or a trashcan,
they were nowhere to be found,
but I needed to leave this place,
because it was just starting to feel lethal,
slow and deliberate,
and lethal
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