saltine sponges
float around in hot broth
I can see clear to the bottom
my mummified motions
under wet heavy blankets
smother my postcard dreams
every sip of yellow Gatorade
reminds me that somewhere
a beautiful woman
glistens on a beach
I close my eyes
feel sand on my knees
but it's crumbs in the sheets
I sneeze
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