As much of the world
as you can stuff inside
piling the shelves and grottoes
with perfectly good
bones and cheetos left
to make their own suffering
lying there for the taking
and pushing aside
as much of the world
as you can identify as
yours and soon yours
as in the middle of winter
in the graveyard of words
the helpless screaming
need to pee.
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