its loud you know,
that canister you drag around...
constantly feasting on bits of Auntie's crumb cake
always gorging itself
on pieces of mud.
disposing of life
stuck and shed from shoe soles.
I always knew you'd find a way, Love...
I just never thought
it would be that easy for you
to vacuum me
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