time-travel
back to the living room
back to when my beer was full
to parry the velvet
and glitter above
the world around us
of carbon dioxide and carcinogens
and syntax
i can never see you
insects have it all figured out
flies have their compound eyes
i have only these two
my aura will travel up the living room curtains
all orange and red and devouring
how tachinid larvae eat their host from the inside
how emotions do the same
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