Is it always
what I say
that makes you
want to
shake
me?
Shake me
until all my thoughts
fall
out
of my head
and
into
your lap
where you can
Havest them-
Protect them,
Like they are
fragile
glass
cylinders
not worthy
of anything
conscious.
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