in
the
terrifying gap-trap
my
lunch hour had become
i
read
Mooch
in
the
howling fantasies
of
a
repeating 3 AM breakdown
i
read
Mooch
in the bare bustle of hospital canteen
and
in the stale bed of mornings night
i
HID
in
Mooch
to not be caught
in
the
slipstreams out there
to beat the forces
and
the
knots they tied
deep
inside
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