I sit as still
as steel,
like dead;
watching
television
with my
gaping mouth
my sleepy head;
imagining
nothing
sensing
no one
while the flies,
from the maggots
from the dogs
on the street,
set up camp
in the roof
in my mouth;
poor fool,
me
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