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Comfort In The Marsh

from Catarrh by ibid.

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Hey, where are you hiding? I know what not to hope for — No grace, no consistency. Check it all at the door. I’ll play my cards as instructed, and I hear that you’ll pay handsomely, but first-hand proof is a luxury. I know what not to expect. I’m told it’s open season if I just peel back my lids, if I just engage the program, if I just open the valves. But over this hill lies trouble, and there’s comfort in the marsh. I can sink down through the warm mud, come out a newborn all in blood. So, hey, where are you hiding? I’m falling in the lamplight. In which direction, in what final pose? This theatre is a war, is a joke. Write a line then erase the one above. That way the tongue stays all rolled up and we go home smiling: mouths full of shit don’t fall open.

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from Catarrh, released December 1, 2014

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