deja vu

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at the end of the day
ill be half a foot deep
with food dye in the water
with the nail clippers fixed on the faucet
and it will be warm, be it still

at 3 o' clock pm a brass lock will turn

and fists will strike hollow oak with softer splinters

all the fruits had been eaten
by neither the flies nor the individual
the temperatures drop by 5 pm
and the tub is scarlet now

I've gained 30 pounds from 3 to 5
without having eaten, nor having conceived or been moved

Time goes from 5 to 6 to 7 and more
drooling like a purebreed onto the clock

there are muffled hums
the closer to the door
the louder they become

the heavy thumps of your footsteps

the fearful tears in your eyes

the silence of the bathroom

the ticking of a clock

its 8 pm.

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