on the surface,
of earth, perhaps
the wish to be removed as an appendix
at her whim
a box, of the new fridge
big enough,
no we were small enough
climbin, close the flaps from inside
a cave? a cell?
whatever two could imagine
for about less than a minute
suffocating
this is the conversation we were now trapped in,
last evening
his thoughts, like that technician's old trolley,
we have to steer it back to the right direction
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