packed-lunch demons
twenty four seven in the pitch black day
pounced
under
corner shop eyes and canteen white noise
cast
me
paranoid in a big drum sweat
struck fear-dumb in the after-school streets
too
much
too
much
were
the
loopholes of black dream disasters and numb i went
into
the
shutdown caverns of liquid anaesthetic
FROM READING QUEERLY
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