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Ten More

from Catarrh by ibid.

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Fifty drachmas for my soul, and ten more for each time I’ve been left hanging. Not to accuse — Not to reduce you, no. I’ve fallen into patterns that it hurts to repeat. My time once felt valuable, now it’s just something else to swallow and shit out. If I happen to meet my maker, I’ll ask him for two favors: One, untie me, and two, bite down on this coin, I can’t be sure it’s gold, no. Not to complain, not to defame you, no. Fifty drachmas for my soul, and ten more for my liver, which sure as hell’s not gold, no.

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from Catarrh, released December 1, 2014

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