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Lint clumps and sharp, dry pasta pieces

Kicked beneath the rug

Brush across each taste bud,

Stick to the sides

Of my throat,

Or float down

With each sweep of your

Dusty blue

Broom bristle stares.

You pricked my

Kitchen floor cares,

And now I’m choking on

Forgotten appetites.

The downward glance
Of his stormy eyes,

The surroundings
Until together you sit,

Then incinerate
Every thought
Devoid of his face,

Don’t add water,
Just allow the mind to

To create your very own
Life-size Insta-Prince.