I get twinges now
and again
worries my silly putty self
is starting to go hard
that the ink I’ve absorbed
is in excess
and it’s a matter of time
until I can’t forget

I wanted to believe
in an amoebic me
the height of my evolution
fitting neatly in Petri
a prime parasite

The power of words
is a funny thing
and yours were nothing new
but I almost remembered
that barely whispered love
which escaped your lips
but once
repeated now aloud


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