In the interest of “practicing art in all of its forms”

what would make a better sound than my own sticky flesh
pulling out of the sheets some summer afternoon?
what could be a better noise than the rustle of my head
as it slides out of the pillow case and hovers over my shoulders as a balloon?
where would there be a better place to leave it all behind
than the place you came to when you were leaving it all the last time?
when would be a better day to stand out in the street
and let the puppets know the sound of snapping string?

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