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I woke yesterday with a blackened tongue the taste of pearls and cat in my mouth. Choking on the pearls I spat them out And cat, well, cat was a forbidden meat Unnoticed, the pickled snails crawled silently from the plate at their own pace
probably there stillbeneath a corner of the bed frame. Sleep turned again and again Someone meowed in the night
Even my thumb was out of jointand a dawn bird trilled its trick– flowerings trick It's been such a long time since my dead mother called...
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