Group A Streptococcus
We are in the throat now.
Necks
are the hardest animal
parts to scale.
We are in the throat,
disingenuous
with the night-time sleeping
arrangements for ulcers.
We are in the throat
now as the caterpillar
and butterfly parent
completely partitioned worlds.
We prick light
on a throat
culture
of entitlement, remarkable
for its moth-eaten,
tonsillar birthright.
Hospitals are being infected
by their inhabitants'
throats.
We are in the throat
trying
to make a difference
to our sporadic communities.
Insurrection
is metabolism practiced
with spit.
We are in the throat now
sharing the same spoon.
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