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from anaThema
Their dim middle years spent as sentimental
parasites, skin’s sag clipped tight at jawline
to stretch a frown sideways down & sneer
steering clear of shopping pattern

affinity signals if you’re vying against
other lifestyle brands while 
binge watching a scientist’s necrophilic 
nipple pinch. History tweaks 

in re-release & streams for 
all three seasons. There’s a scalpel 
down the middle, hieroglyphics revealed to be 
the clavuncular nonsense better suited 

to a mom & pop novelty shop. Still they save
for eBayed antiquated anatomical tomes & they wait 
before displays of human taxidermy 
hoping someday someone alive 

might make eye contact & misstate some small fact 
in urgent need of clarification. 

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They drank whiskey on top of antidepressants on top of 
anti-seizure meds in maker spaces atop condemned 
school buildings while locals protested 
outside. They each secretly 

hypothesized being descended
from 
witches & laid claim to Rasputin 
as their spiritual mascot. They spoke to their many friends 
about misanthropy & always this malaise 

when editing abstracts for various medical journals. 
In their moral turpitude, they find insufficient evidence 
that the twelfth step is any better 
than the first. Sure, there are clinical trials but

in their glass caskets they are weeping for their 
callouses, another unread palm in a fist-bump world.
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