The baby

Words in
My brain
Are crying
Out of me.

They say
It’s time
For them

To be
Birthed
Out from
My Mental
Holes &

Into the
—World.

—-

Words
Have no
Need for

Sucking
Their
Thumbs

To self-
Soothe.

They
Are the
Food &
The Shit,

& We—-Are
The Worms.

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