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Katie Hibner

Go Flood Yourself

Darling, you’ve spent all your hums.

You’ve over-flossed and now they’re auctioning off your mincemeat

and drying themselves with your childhood blanket.

I’ve conditioned my ears with bell-buds,

warmed them in your eunuch light,

let the double helix eraser rollerblade down our sidewalk--

What did you actually say?

Our translator is gone; he choked on honeycomb.

His smoke-hair will forever plaster our wall

(even though I sponged out his face)--

I want you

to flood yourself on a wholegrain keyboard.

Banish the complex sugars.