cooking stolen self.

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2/8/21
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ticking stopwatch.
cooking clock.
burning room.
beep
ding
help.
the crust (was) white.

smothered;
between baking racks
bed and body
gasoline groans;
charring the soul of virtue.
stop
please
it burns
to inhale charcoal fumes.

smoke billows out of pores:
of butter
of salt
of potato mash;
climbing upwards
encircling
a halo
(of fueled high)
that the devil envies.

in its wake,
are tunnels.
garnished with ash.
voids in memory
voids in soul
voids in humanity.

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