A joke creeps in
like a scorpion to your spine
it bites
but only in air
somehow you expect
something else
more different to happen
like a kiss perhaps
from a spider nearby
which can be deadly
if we allow it
and so it becomes easier
taking things down like
some notes for tomorrows
usual living: a pat on your shoulder
a shake from my hand
a word or two which can either mean
goodbye or hello
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